
Money, money, money, money Boy, I’m straight looch Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a ATM What about them other rappers? (What about 'em?) Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a drug bust, like the Powerball So when you look at us it’s Money, money, money, money Just like Bill Gates Your words is counterfeit I’m on that real cake You see I’m hyper like a rock fiend (smoking) When I sleep, I’m not seen Because I lay between the mattress and the boxspring Usually I’m kinda amped I grab your rhyming champ by the head and snap his neck inside of my binder clamps Vocabulary exam king The mic’ll pull a hamstring by the time I’m finished with the damn thing Refuse to give me my credit So I shredded his real legs And then for fun, I hid both of his prosthetics You’re welcome to come and get some I split bums open until the side of their face look like a big plum A weak crew I breeze through I open up my book and go from sheet to sheet, pollinating it like the bees do To speak my name is a challenge So overloaded with talents that I can make equilibrium lose its balance I’ll never let you squat in the king’s spot I got extreme plots Forget rocks, I put people in slingshots ‘cause I’m Money, money, money, money Boy, I’m straight looch Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a ATM What about them other rappers? (What about 'em?) Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a drug bust, like the Powerball So when you look at us it’s Money, money, money, money Just like Bill Gates Your words is counterfeit I’m on that real cake I’m moving quick You running, I’m losing it The bullet I use is twice the size of the gun that’s shooting it Unblemished components, sinister saxophonist I’m the omen I’ll even kick your door in if you’re homeless To win I have an endless affinity Change number values instantly So when I’m finished, ten’ll be a trinity Flag you for a eight thousand and fifty yard penalty For grinning G, sometimes the sun borrows my energy I’m suiting up, you ready for the upper room or what? My skin is rough enough to give a sheet of paper a human cut You is how I preferred it to be Every allergy in existence is allergic to me You speak against us, you traveling through turbulence, G As a writer, K is the closest thing to perfect you’ll see My strength increases like cash ‘cause my mind’s steadily going fast I do sit-ups wearing three hundred pound shoulder pads Money, money, money, money Boy, I’m straight looch Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a ATM What about them other rappers? (What about 'em?) Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a drug bust, like the Powerball So when you look at us it’s Money, money, money, money Just like Bill Gates Your words is counterfeit I’m on that real cake My powers become stronger when I’m asked to perform I write so long that when I’m finished, I unfasten my arm I came straight out after conception, that’s how fast I was born I drink a glass of chloroform and then I pass it along See among the fascinating world mysteries, I’m a major wonder From here on out, your name is calendar ‘cause your days are numbered The same title that you took I come and take it from ya Random attacks, you never know whose chin the blade is under Intimidation when I step to the Somehow I drove off after I threw myself in the trunk I place each liar inside of a grease fire Then I jump in with ‘em but the difference is I make ‘em raise the heat higher Teaching rare facts, plus I can wear a pair of Air Max And my footprints would still look like bear tracks When I’m ready to sit ya down, I spit a round, I split ya crown And be back home in bed before your body hits the ground Money, money, money, money Boy, I’m straight looch Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a ATM What about them other rappers? (What about 'em?) Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m Money, money, money, money Like a drug bust, like the Powerball So when you look at us it’s Money, money, money, money Just like Bill Gates Your words is counterfeit I’m on that real cake
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