Trouble Twista

[Intro]
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggas know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggas know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be trouble, somebody let them niggas know
I, want, my, dough
Or it's gon' be some trouble

[Twista]
Oh ain't no playin me, it's Twista
I gots to get mine, ya dig?

I need a stove and a pot from you, oh I need a jar from you
I'm 'bout to cook up somethin horrible
I make a big chunk and I chop it down to particles
And sell a part to you, get this money is what I'mma do, ooh
A tall dawg call me momma-do ooh, from sellin nuggets to your momma duke
Now I got money out the follicles
Try to stop me I'mma put your name up in the article
I turn a giant to a molecule
Peon and pussy were the man's parents
I see straight through you like you transparent
You ain't capo, you run your man's errands
Low on the totem pole, but me I hold the do'
I'm never freezin below zero, I can't go below a O
So now I got digits, got critics - fuck 'em
I got bitches that come back wit it, bust you in yo' cap fitted
You niggas ain't know I was that siddick
The chain flick up, peep the +Chronicles+ of Twista nigga, fuck Riddick