Dollar signs on my mind
got y dime moving big work
for 5 extra gs takin 9s offa keys
every time pure yea busta rymes
i aint lying, imma shine
imma grind, every time
pure rymes, escalade like a gyro
wrap it like a eggroll
fill it like a taco, feed it to the auto
shawty stealin cars tho, shawtys wit that gunplay
and next thing hav enm sleepin wit a stingray
jump, ribit,ribit,ribit, feed u to the midgets,
theyll chop u up like chicken liver
chop ur shit then feed it to u
gucci man o icy nigga, dnt that sound familiar to u
fitaru and blocker nigga ride around wit chopper licence