[Hook: Busta Rhymes] Ya got nerve, little nigga See me when I pull up tot he curb, little nigga My money absurd, little nigga While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga Hey, these niggas got it mixed up Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff Look, you niggas better get your chips up You already know my style nigga, King Tut My money pound nigga, King Tut You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut Who else be ridin' through the town in a Brinks truck
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Yo, yo, see the way I take over Casinos like De Niro said Reachin' money short, watch how it fold up like a Hero bread Nigga thought he was a Super-friend, now that hero dead Try to cross this shit, we represent, but that's a zero dread All of this money I be countin' And my cup runneth over like a fuckin' water fountain Any nigga trynna front, I'mma show them shit they ugly Throwin' bread until they jealous of your money, lookin' funny Hold up! And body shit, that's what a monster do See me throwin' this money and bitches like a sponsor do Put the gloves on and beat up a nigga like I'm Costasue And fuck the talkin', just bring me my money like a prostitute
[Hook] Ya got nerve, little nigga See me when I pull up tot he curb, little nigga My money absurd, little nigga While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga Hey, these niggas got it mixed up Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff Look, you niggas better get your chips up You already know my style nigga, King Tut My money pound nigga, King Tut You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut Who else be ridin' through the town in a Brinks truck
[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain] Okay, I'm ridin' through your city, blowin' diddies of that icky Got your wifey in the passenger, I'm ridin', now she lick me I get money like my Cuban and know my bank is heavy And I grip the 31 like Jason Terry when I'm shootin ATM in my jeans, big sittin' on my left thigh Burn a mansion down and watch it coverin' my left eye Girl on deck, I just whipped another lick Now my top look like black Friday, twelve AM in front of Best Buy Haha, sour got me all sedated Niggas lookin' at me angry, what's with all the smiley faces? My deniro like Shapiro, I see Johnny Cocran wages I'm no lawyer, but they only bring those bottles by the cases
[Hook] Ya got nerve, little nigga See me when I pull up tot he curb, little nigga My money absurd, little nigga While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga Hey, these niggas got it mixed up Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff Look, you niggas better get your chips up You already know my style nigga, King Tut My money pound nigga, King Tut You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut Who else be ridin' through the town in a Brinks truck
[Verse 3: J-Doe] Okay now stupid ass stacks in my pocket Test me, best be faster than a rocket I ain't got no time if it ain't about a profit I'm sending my deposit, I will have your city rockin' I get the hottest beats, niggas wish that they could rhyme on it I got the hottest watch, ain't even set the time on it The way I'm killin' niggas it look like a crime, don't it? I got the light, with a little bit of lime on it Okay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocket Whip clean, jet ski attached to the Charger Bitches want attention and I tell 'em try harder Got 'em doin' shit I know that's gon' be disgracin' they father Okay leggo
[Hook] Ya got nerve, little nigga See me when I pull up tot he curb, little nigga My money absurd, little nigga While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga Hey, these niggas got it mixed up Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff Look, you niggas better get your chips up You already know my style nigga, King Tut My money pound nigga, King Tut You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut Who else be ridin' through the town in a Brinks truckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
