Money Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. Prodigy & Torica)

[Chorus: Torica]
Give me the racks, bands, fetty, skrilla, Gwop, paper, you can call it whatever
Whips, houses, diamonds, chains
Everywhere I go, people know my name
'Cause everything I do
I do it for you
I do it for the money
I do it for the money
I do it, I do it, I do it for the money, money

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
It's all about this bacon we be making, get your paper up
I got these paper cuts, counting all these papers up
Cash is king, the rectangle hundreds is just
2.6 by 6.1 inch
Running through these lil' slices of paper, in abundance
I never make it rain, but I do make this money
What the fuck I look like, throwing cash on you?
I don't want your sweaty ass on my [?]
[?] I'm not your puppet, Mobb Deep ain't nothing to fuck with
Spaz on that ass, now I'm back to being cool
This just pocket change, cash I be spending on my crew
That's about a thousand yards, now repeat my first bars

[Chorus: Torica]
Give me the racks, bands, fetty, skrilla, Gwop, paper, you can call it whatever
Whips, houses, diamonds, chains
Everywhere I go, people know my name
'Cause everything I do
I do it for you
I do it for the money
I do it for the money
I do it, I do it, I do it for the money, money