[INTRO:]
Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too!
From Bill (*##$ b!... to some incredible Hulk %#@!!

I don't even know why u give me %#@! like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
$#&@ you (*##$es... pay me!


[VERSE 1:]
(HAA)

Wait a minute... 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 didgit
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... (BURRRR)...

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!?)

(*##$ I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a %#@! 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 slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines

Funny how I $#&@ dimes... (*##$ you know I want mine
Where my $#&@in money? !


[HOOK:]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread ^!$$% I ain't playin

((*##$... where my $#&@ing money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your #~!!@
If you think I'm jokin?

(muh$#&@er... where my $#&@in 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

((*##$ where my $#&@in money?)

[VERSE 2:]

(OHHHH)
Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other ^!$$%s paper

Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these (*##$es... I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... while making (*##$es 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 ^!$$% 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 ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a ^!$$% pockets
Simple ^!$$%z style pathetic

Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I $#&@ dimes... (*##$ you know I want mine
Where my $#&@in money? !


[HOOK:]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying

Better have my bread ^!$$% I ain't playin
((*##$... where my $#&@ing money?)
Mark every word... spoken reddish so your #~!!@

If you think I'm jokin?
(Muh$#&@er... where my $#&@in 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
((*##$ where my $#&@in money?)