Intro

Take money, take money
Take money, take money

First off, bringing the dead up back to life
The bullet that shot Pac was cocked back twice
Killed your wife and then killed her nice
Wrapped her up in some plastic and unrolled her out like dice
But enough about you, how about my charts to the above the sky blue?
Soon they'll be best at picking up like drive-through
But there's no food, the fans that I'm feeding
And these wicked raps like a steel knife in the back

But a baseball bat that follows after that
Hit anyone in the mouth that we talk and smack
And be tryna act like there's somewhere better than where I'm at
(W-w-where I'm at)
Like you say somethin' that made me so mad
Like Nick Cannon on his radio, smack a hoe
And that's the story, ghost, get some rhyme
Get some glory, that's how the game go

Like Nicki whooping Kim's ass, controversial
Everybody's hype like Shady's first commercial
Bringing news better than Winston Churchill
Like I'm gonna bow down, I don't make me hurt ya
But your career is a hanger, so hang it up (take money)
Your money gets stolen like, bitch, hang it up (take money)
Huh, fame is falling, so I stand it up (take money)
I'm on a legendary beat, so my sales (take money)
You should hit 'em up

Damn, crazy fucking dream