[Verse 1: Fred Money]
I was raised in the era when
Getting money ^!$$%s was paid off of !@(%

Nowadays they in jail or going broke
Hot as hell that's a fact -- watch you rat on they folks
I say what broke ^!$$% raised 'em?

Where's the loyalty in this game?
Been doing ice for years you just met David Blaine
What you want? A Rollie cuban link a big ring?

All these rap cats wearing the same thing
Talking this riff but only a few change
Black whip that's that mussain ^!$$%

I'm too paid

[Hook: Fred Money]

You see there's leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya
You see there's leaders and there's followers

I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]

I'm from the era of the crack
Different level kinda rap
My competitor is wack

He can never get a track
I'm a veteran it's evident
I'm better than you cats

^!$$% better than it's light
Thomas Edison know that
When I rap you can tell

Little bit of Big little bit of L
Little bit of Pac little bit of Pun
You don't like my %#@!? You can go to hell

Hold up -- I'm here though
Snapping on you zeros
Sorry to tell you but your favorite rapper is a weirdo

Yeah I'm bar-for-bar the best
It's the Harlem threat
Sickening tell them God it's chess

I put the song to rest
Your lady fam said she dig it R is fresh
Wanna take her hands and dig in my Armani sweats

Keep that broad in check
Who said he wanna spar with death?
Shhhh -- it's quiet when I'm on the set

Them (*##$es that you want
I hit 'em when I want
Getting in the jump off of Henny and a blunt

Jodeci got my diamonds singing all at once
She know it's me black Mercedes sprinter in the front
Chump look me up -- ain't no hotter with the pen

I'm dope; shoot me up -- I just got under your skin
Must be getting high thinking I ain't sick as him
He ain't getting fly he's just following a trend

And again this is what you obviously lack
I'm too busy getting busy to acknowledge you cats


[Hook]