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Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin too!
Bill Bixby!... to some incredible Hulk shit!
I even know why u give me shit like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same
you bitches... pay me!

1:]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... came to go get it... fitted
it come to paper... better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather lizard
I race any challenger name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you a smidget or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did

It(HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you punch lines
Funny how I dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin !

I ain't speakin foreign... you what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I ain't
(Bitch... my fucking money?)
Mark every word spoken, better your pussy
If you I'm jokin?
(muhfucker... my fuckin money?)
Think I ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of head
(bitch where my money?)

2:]
(OHHHH)
Critical it's pitifull I'm
How I deliver lyricals and these other niggas paper
Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so go no mercy
For some of these bitches... I collect my money now and
it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip
Cake up I wake I RATE the way my money flip
I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm it
Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is
No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all
Because I from your losses
You want it... you should get it
In the hood with you money... I my line of credit
The medic... doctor that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets
niggaz style pathetic
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want
my fuckin money? !

I ain't foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... my fucking money?)
Mark every spoken, better sell your pussy
If you I'm jokin?
(Muhfucker... my fuckin money?)
Think I ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my money?)