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Ayo Green... I feel I'm turnin green too!
From Bill Bixby!... to some incredible 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
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... alligator lizard
I race any challenger name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor it
Icey I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says 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 of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank you questioned if I gave a shit 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 givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you I want mine
Where my fuckin !

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

2:]
(OHHHH)
Critical it's I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take other niggas paper
contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For of these bitches... I collect my money now and later
Keep it with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip
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 mistakin it nigga yours is mine
No need to second guess it I'm the gloss 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 pockets
Simple niggaz style
Bust rhymes... hittin you punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want
Where my fuckin !

I speakin 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 I'm jokin?
(Muhfucker... where my money?)
Think I still ain't crazy I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of head
(bitch my fuckin money?)