[Intro: Nicky Santoro]
If You dont have my money for me
I'll crack your fucking head wide open in front of everyone in the bank
In just about the time that I'm coming out of jail
You'll be coming out ya coma
And guess what Ill split your fucking head open again

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
When I ain't chilling, I'm killing
So there's no competition
A real nigga with money
That's one hell of a composition
Only costing me five, make it look like it's twenty
They say I look like my mama, I say I look like my money
You can't tell me I ain't looking like a motherfucking million
Played my cards right, now I'm the motherfucker dealing
Got the LV on like a Runnin' Rebel
Duke chain, got cross full of blue devils
No college or nine-to-five, but I'm a grinder
Not the kind of nigga who major in something minor
My shooters like recruiters, they'll come and find ya
Heat every day, I call them the summertimers
Truth be told, you niggas never told the truth
I'm guilty of getting money, and I show the proof
Buy a car like fast food, roll up to the booth
Then I order a new coupe and tell them, hold the roof
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