[DJ Paul:]

Put the needle on the record mayne... Put this shit together

for my boy Project man... Nah... nah... here we go... some mo'

gangsta motherfuckin' shit man... it's goin' down know what I'm

talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds... yeah!



Yeah... I need for all my real motherfuckin' money makers in the

motherfuckin' house... to reach in yo' motherfuckin' pocket... and

pull out a stack!... and hold that motherfucker high as you can in the

air... and then I need you to walk over to one of them haters and

throw it in his motherfuckin' face 'cause he need it mo' than you do...

Now get on yo' knees and pick that shit up!... Pick it up BITCH!



[Chorus: x2]

You see me in this new car, this what money do

You see me shinin' like a star, this what money do

I left the club wit'cha broad, this what money do

This what money do, get you some hater



[Verse 1:]

I'm flickin' on you snakes, I got wood, leather stitchin'

Clothes stickin', 'cause ya ridin' bucket, cloth seats itchin'

Couldn't get me, saw it in the clouds, like my nigga Rickey

Mr. James, all these superfreaks, out here tryna get me

Wanna hit me, wanna say, they done been 'round the truth

In ya bed, or the booth, I'm the ghetto Dr. Ruth

When I do, step on out, moonlight, hit the Range

Pretty jewels they attract broads, like shiny thangs

When I came, to ya hood, I was new face, in the place

Game spitter from the North, so ya wanna catch a case

'Cause ya see me holl'in' at 'cha ex-girl, don't 'cha?

Murder charge for a broad who don't even want 'cha



[Chorus]



[Bridge: DJ Paul]

Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money

Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money

Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money

Throw a stack in his face! It ain't nothin' but some money



[Verse 2:]

You suckers crazy, so y'all out here pushin' daisies

Over Daisy, she was on some purple hazey

Had the baby, year later on my income

Tax, so a nigga could receive mo' income

Been one, I'mma rent some, of this game out

Gift of gab, talk you by the slab wit' no thang out

Hangin' stout broads, 'round my arms, decoration

These punks give me dap, same time playa hation

Erasin', you lamers, hatin' got'cha famous

Confronted by the broad, got shot in ya anus

Heinous, heard they took the slugs out'cha dookie roll

Gun powder and the blood burn in ya bootyhole



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

I was screamin' "Don't Save Her," was you, listenin'?

Kept, twinkle on my gold teeth, so I'm glistenin'

When I open up my mouth, these gals, lookin' in

Hear the words that I speak, then go and tell her friend

Dog, all over freaks, boys goin' to the pen

Or the grave, real early, hollow shutters check 'em in

Wanna fight, my nigga, wanna shoot, my nigga

Talk ya gal out her cap, when ya loot my nigga

Do you, my nigga, fall in love wit' these tramps

Goin' raw, on her, and she did the whole Camp?

But you rest havin' that, knowin' that, she'll go

Lickin' balls, suckin' cat, knees burnt from the flo'



[Chorus]



[Bridge x2: DJ Paul]



[music to fade]