Intro whispering:
 Let's talk about money
 Get money
 Common Sense want the money
 Let's talk about money.
 Common Sense:
 I... be... the one they call Peavey
 I'm Poe  as Edgar Allen
 But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin
 Ynot:
 You got a design  masterwind  Not Never The Less
 Fresh like L  addresss  yes the LS's here
 I appear on piers with my peers
 The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter
 Yes like Bel-Air
 Common Sense:
 Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
 It's time for some perculator
 I circulate around the block
 Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
 A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation
 1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time
 Ynot:
 Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady
 Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say
 "Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared
 In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls
 Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers
 More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
 Common Sense:
 Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown and out on your
 own
 Bills apon bills apon bills is what you have
 Before you get your check than you already spend half
 See I make money, money doesn't make me
 I'm a reflection of my section and section 8
 Ynot:
 Enough, I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls
 Where I have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds
 I told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest
 I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet
 To bet on a horse you bet your life
 Mine was better and now your deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong
 Hook:
 Ynot:
 So what's your name?
 Common Sense:
 I'm the Com that wrote Com Sense, and when I don't got scratch
 I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy
 Ynot:
 Cause without the money
 "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3)
 Ynot:
 THese rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock
 I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O
 That's mucho denero, like Robert Denero, Irob Berts denero
 A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills
 Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man like tickles LIKE (the french)
 Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue
 I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee
 Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet
 A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like
 adrenaline
 I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a
 sleigh dog
 I saw dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman
 Cause I'm a Pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from
 all money
 I spend (what you do?) I stay fresh like mint from mint
 I ment my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice
 Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman
 Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got attention salute
 I kill loot but won't dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground
 I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, Biiitch
 Hook:
 Common Sense:
 So what's your name?
 Ynot:
 I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha)
 Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on)
 And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy
 Common Sense:
 Cause without the money
 "Ain't a damn thing funny"
 Comm:
 Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man
 The black man of coarse he was po (yeah)
 THe white man. He was rich (uh ha)
 And the chinnese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon)
 Ok the blackman lived on Beech Street
 The white man lived on Wall Street
 And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet
 Not really on the good foot
 Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes
 And in his shoes there were holes
 But the white man didn't care, shit he didn't have to wear it (uh ha)
 He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass
 He would of been poor white trash, but anyway
 Everyday the blackman would ask for some spare change
 But Adam, the white man would stare strange
 So the black man got fed up
 cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him
 And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him
 The chinnese man got noyd and broke out like a peon
 And now the blackman own the store and the name of it is Leons
 (what's that?)
 Barbeque that is. Rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries