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Ayo Green... I feel I'm turnin green too!
From Bixby!... to some incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why u give me shit like this to to?
I'm sure we speak the same
you bitches... pay me!

1:]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... came to go get it... fitted
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm with it
Make it a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a
if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin down the (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit if not I 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... you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I mine
Where my fuckin !

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

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

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