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[Intro:] Please be clear. This is a fuckin' invasion. Royce Da 5'9" [Verse 1:] I'm gettin' money like a motherfucka I do dollar like the Yao stretch Casino chips that Denale bet Ain't spazzin' at the house party Mink draggin'/dragon like Bilil breath dead prez ran a train on the green lady That green lady turned around and had a dream baby That dream baby was I That green lady was ma Follow me honey, it sound funny I'm money Get it? Niggas is idiots so probably not I Murder Inc., let Ashanti & Irv Gotti watch A walkin' mollie wop Tell your whole fellat to cock off Drop the jeans And take out a foot like when you take a sock off I ain't attached to no tooley I quite screwy I just take the Lock off SongtextePop it and Drop It like Huey Weed avenue, bread rollin' on Phillie Street Triggers get used more than Wayne on +Milli+ beat So don't make me laugh You think with your class I think with my math Not with my dick, I speak on his behalf Anyone of you motherfuckin' NASCAR tunnel crews I call you that, cause you fixin' to crash The word in the hood is I got the bag in the streets Pull the rig up Take a load off, like I'm havin' a seat This black coup is V-12 as far as year I'm been rappin', reppin' the D-12, ask Proof As far as tears My face ain't big enough to relate How many bodies gone in the form of a tattoo Alcoholic, my kidney color is black blue Forever fuck with that Remy, love it like Papoose Wearin' that XXL mag or in The Source Being the king of the magazines and in a Porsche My release date is more important to the country than Tunin' into your news stations November 4th (Obama!) I turn niggas into veggies and get my lettuce straight It's like you niggas addicted to bitch shit, you fetish fake Dahlmer Pop you, then eat you on the anniversary of your death Like the top of a wedding cake Two timer Yeah, I keep a bitch on the side I'm Mr. Warning Guy You Mr. Wanna Die The Bar Exam 2 comma More polished than Ray Robinson in his prime The shoe shiner He kill 'em with his persistence Sendin' niggas to hit 'em is a silly mission Like he's one of Diddy's assistants Look in my trunk and find a pair of legs inside of some gym shoes Hangin' out a trash bag and in fumes I spit whole winters and then June Show up to your video while you performin' And shoot you like Ben Boom You might have dealt with the tools But you ain't swam with them sharks Nickle, Mike Phelps in the pool You might pull triggers but you don't pull them like me Bullets runnin' through shit like the bullets got feet I'm gonna keep goin' and goin' like a Energizer Inside a flyin' bullet until the day a bullet stops me Fuck a bitch, I'm it nigga, I'm a don I'm the reaper on Cancer, like I'm a sign Immaculately conceived Product of dollar signs The only father of mine Is Father Time [Chorus:] I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker You ain't got nothin' on me I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker Fuck this auto tune shit That shit sound weak as a bitch Unless it's me usin' it Cause I'm the shit fool Aus Songtexte Mania