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Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin too!
Bill Bixby!... to some incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why u give me shit 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
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator
I Talledega race any name a didgit
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
down 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 shit if not I tell the truth so you tell em that the player did

It(HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data
Bust rhymes... hittin you with lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you I want mine
Where my money? !

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

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

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