Tonalità: G# minor•
Intro 1
G#m
Verse 1
G#m
Ayo Green, I feel like
I'm turnin' green too!
From Bill bitch be!,
to some incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why you give
D#
me shit like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
G#m
Fuck you bitches, pay me!
Verse 2
(Ha) Wait a minute,
G#m
came to go get it, ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper,
better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard,
leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger
name a digit
Even if on the slightest you take
a smidget
Or dare touch my revenue I slice
you with the razor quit it
Icey till I make it frigid, (burr),
The laws of physics says it's getting cold,
my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin' down the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors,
pay the mall a visit
After cleanin' bank accounts
you questioned if
I gave a shit if not I tell the truth so you
Verse 3
could tell em that the player did
G#m
It (hey ya)
It's OK I say a prayer it's
the mayor bitch slayer
Givin' you another layer of
D#
the data tritick
Bust rhymes,
hittin' you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes,
bitch you know I want mine
G#m
Where my fuckin' money?!
Verse 4
G#m
I ain't speakin' foreign,
D#
you know what I'm saying
G#m
Better have my bread nigga I
ain't playin'
(Bitch, where my fucking
money?)
Mark every word,
spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin'
(muhfucker, where my fuckin'
money?)
Think I still ain't crazy
D#
cause I cut my dread
G#m
And if you short my cake I'm off
side of your head
D#
(bitch where my fuckin'
G#m
money?)
Verse 5
G#m
(Oh) Critical
it's pitiful I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take
these other niggas paper
Topsy- tervy controversy I'm
so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these bitches,
I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin' with the clique,
while making bitches hit the strip
Cake up everyday I wake I rate
the way my money flip
I want it's mine, borderline, call it crime,
all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin' it nigga
what's yours is mine
No need to second guess
it check I'm the gloss
And grind the gritty and the floss,
the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit from
your losses
You don't want it, you should get it
In the hood with you money,
I extended my line of credit
The medic, doctor rhymes that put you on a
dihharettic shrinkin' up a nigga pockets
D#
Simple niggas style pathetic
Bust rhymes,
hittin' you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes,
bitch you know I want mine
G#m
Where my fuckin' money?!
Verse 6
G#m
I ain't speakin' foreign,
you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I
ain't playin'
(Bitch, where my fucking
money?)
Mark every word,
spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm jokin'?
(Muhfucker, where
my fuckin' money?)
Think I still ain't crazy
cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off
side of your head
Outro 1
(bitch where my fuckin' money?)
D#
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