$111.11 Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

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[Intro: Samples + Tha God Fahim]
Yeah, nigga, I need my mo'fuckin'—
$20.99, nigga
$11.11, ya feel me?
That kind of shit, seven, seven (Yeah), seven, seven, seven
Mo'fuckin' God, nigga—Tha-motherfuckin'-God!
Yo—check it;

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I never took no shorts on the block—so why the fuck would I take a short in hip-hop?
You got bread, I got beats—need a verse? Got heat
Just as long as you got the cream when you speakin' to me
(The mo'fuckin' cream, I need that)
I'm too culturally rich to act like a bitch, I take risks
'cause a young god ain't afraid of shit, I talk my shit
Lik Stephen A. Smith, a legendary myth
A rap nigga with sex appeal like Prince
My gift must be compensated top dollar
And if you ain't got them racks, d'not holler
'Cause I can't rhyme for free, and I'll be damned
If a nigga make more off me, than me
As you can see; Tha God keep it all the way G
Take a seat, relax and listen to me
They be extorting us, when we get locked, they ain't in court with us
They want the money, it's no love or trust