Money

[Intro]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Dollar dollar bill y'all
But it was all about the skilled thug
Got those to pay bills, thrills beef off the cheap
Microphone be in they grills, they can hardly speak
I said pardon me darling, Godlee it's me
Offspring of benevolent offerings
And Heaven sent since the starving mic artiste
Over these heartbeats, kicks, claps
Ten dunk in the dunk can make the stiff relax
Take a whiff like piff in bags, take a pic of that
School class, whipping the Jag
In the slow lane coasting so the memories last
Brand new assembly, a sweet ensemble
Led by the B-L, need I remind you?
Show a don what a don do
Bully lines without the lines to
Get paid with a round blue Thomas, got two watches
On the wrist like swatches, swap meet profits
Pockets on swoll like a soul that's sold
But you're only four wallets though, wall it all over then

[Hook]
If–If–If–If–If–If–If–If–If–If
If this is hell, let me
L–L–L–L–Let me get my mail

[Verse 2]
Yo, and they say money makes the world go, down a drain
In a spiraling circle, but that's for lames
Ask a name and you know what she did
After she came back outta they gain
After the fame came glorious days in the shade
While I bask in the sunshine, blinding my face
Faded, famous at The Maury Show nameless
Guest list long as the Bay Bridge
Paid in full, playing "Fakin the Funk"
High as— without a pedestal, smoother than a pedicure
Cooler than a monk, blunt lit, yup, up in this bitch drunk
Excuse the French, but I'm part French
Lookin for a Persian to park my piece in
Up in the Middle East region code
Put a DVD on and doze into "The Next Episode"
Uhh, I got checks to throw

[Hook]
If this is, if–if this is
If this, if–if–if th–this is
If this is hell, let me, let me, let–let–let me
Let–Let me g–g–get my mail

[Verse 3]
'Cause if they don't make dollars than they don't make
No sense to holla for a show date
At the crib watching A-Rod slide into home base
Ordering take out, but rarely eat the whole plate
Bumping Johnson, taste the green for me
Full metal steez, oh and me so—
Serving up chili so in the morning
Porn fiend used to read books but it's boring
Born king though, free describes the new me
Four course four times a day, grubbing, grubbing
Grunge queen
The only chick I know who really bumps Bun B
But before we break, let's get one thing straight
The money, making sure my company's comfy, you know?

[Hook]
If this is hell
Let me, let–let me get my mail

[Outro]
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Blue (Blue) blue (Blue)