Money

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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 punk
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

[Chorus]
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