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

1:]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... to go get it... ranger fitted
it come to paper... better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a blizzard... leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says it's cold... my money taller than 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 mall a
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit if not I tell the truth so you could em that the player did

It(HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... you with 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 I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my money?)
Mark word spoken, better sell your pussy
If you think I'm
(muhfucker... where my money?)
Think I still ain't 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 these other niggas paper
Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so go no mercy
For some of these bitches... I my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... making bitches hit the strip
Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my flip
I want 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 guess it check I'm the and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit from losses
You don't want it... you get it
In the with you money... I extended my line of credit
The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga
Simple niggaz pathetic
Bust rhymes... hittin you punch lines
how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my fuckin !

I ain't foreign... you know what I'm saying
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... my fuckin money?)
Think I ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off of your head
(bitch where my money?)