Is he  is he wild? Yes he  yes he is
 Is he  is he wild? Yes he  yes he is
 Is he  is he wild? Yes he  yes he is
 Over here
 Let me tell it for a minute
 Back at you now
 Yo

 Dollar  dollar bill y'all
 Are these the hardest shoes to fill y'all
 Take it in  as far as money's concerned  I'mma break it in
 Your golden glove too stiff player? Break it in
 Never heard of surplus, the way we touch
 Was like two, two gets this busy this much
 Severed all my ties and burnt all my bridges
 With the art of being broke, leaving y'all folks suspicious
 Like who's that? Cool cat move back
 Y'all focus on one's, I'll let twos stack
 I'mma prove that, the funk run in my vains
 And finance run in my brain, so they one in the same
 My definition is success, keep 'em running from my reign
 Acid, it's classic, stresses of the game
 Moving past it, save it for drastic measures
 Turn the common paper chaser seeking plastic pleasures
 Smart card, my heart bogs to define pressure
 The lowest I go is 50/50 split no lesser
 Ride with me man, while we conquor this Earth
 Squeezing pennies out this thing called rap for what it's worth
 I'mma still get by

 CHORUS (R&B singer)
 The worst will bet ya, is this money or love
 Wild bout will get ya, is this money or love

 Yo, I'll keep my change over there, see it?
 Never touch it, besides my maffy(?) he play the crutches
 Ever since I got the know how, sugar
 No change for ya, I'll throw this brain to ya
 before I feel some shame for ya
 And breakdown 'fess up, feel some pain for ya
 A mile in my shoes will prove this ain't strange to ya
 I see my world through the eyes of envious
 First question, can he bust? Fo' sure I can
 Bet my {motherfuckin} last penny know I can
 Y'all {niggaz} know it the way y'all hold mic stands
 Still do it for the love, my {niggaz} stay above
 Sea level, feeling the highs like treble
 Even if the rule is fight fair, embezel
 And rock at navy blue six, no time to revel
 In light of their riches, still hitting switches
 Before you throw your criticism, wash your dishes
 The black magic rap lady go me spittin' vicious
 Swimming with sharks, hitting the charts, mind your business
 I got to go

 CHORUS X2

 Every now and then I'm looking at my pen
 Thinking are we really friends, or
 Or am I just {fucked} up something like pretend
 Would I hold my honey tighter even if she had no ends
 Or turn the {bitch} out and cop a 600 Benz, oh lord
 ** silent line **
 Shake her ass worldwide and throw the cheese to me
 From ho to housewife, satisfy my needs
 She'll do wonders for my hunger, while massaging my greed
 Ya HEARD me?
 We bring every last John to his bloody knees
 While she wax off, I get my wax on
 Ya Hot 97 and your Power 106
 Peep my property and throw Saukrates these chips
 I got to go

 CHORUS X4