Money, money, money,
motherfuckin' green
Reasons in my pocket, I don't feel it
And I wanna scream,
nigga, give it up
Cause I want every penny in your pocket
And your ass is going down
If you tell me you ain't got it
I gotta make a profit in that nickel war
Cause I ain't with being broke
And times are getting hard
I pull the gat and hit the boulevard
Huntin' for a victim
Catch em slippin', poppin', flippin'
And then I get em
When in momma's womb
I was doomed as did for poverty
Ain't no nigga in the ghetto
About to win a lottery
So what does it bother
me to knock a nigga
off?
I meant to care in the robbery,
bitch, I'm the boss
Law, law, man,
it's quick to call this action a crime
Because it can't tax robbery,
don't get a dime
Dingo, dingo,
be fine if I was working on a farm
But I can't get that kind of job,
I ain't 5 '5
Don't, don't realize that
my size ain't shit
I'm gonna gafflin' and bafflin'
until my bank gets maxed
Slack soon I get the gap,
then I'm after them fast
Goin' for bad,
goin' from copper to ash, ash
Some people will try to jack you, yeah
Some people will even kill you, so
Water, water, lyric, lyric,
it was like a religion to me
Cause when I see the
Mikey fuckin'
Bright I was kickin' it,
G
Needed somethin',
somethin' that was gonna last a lifetime
When I pushed my homework
aside so I could write
But I said, I slash, slash,
sympathize with my mind today
Good days of
Bushwick built, rippin' up the stage
And back in the 60s, little
Bill was tough as jello
And hard work pays,
now I'm the hardest motherfucker
Ghetto, ghetto, shoulda,
shoulda got the rhymes
I was popular in time
But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line I could either die or die,
mama worked part -time
It made me so mad,
I sat down and wrote hard drive
I'd be, I'd be rigid, rigid,
cause I couldn't pay the fee
And my boy gave me a key,
in a week I made a
G
Pretty soon I was rampin' in a mansion,
makin' promises
Puttin' half in the bank,
keepin' half in my pocket
Shops were open,
cops were hopin' they could get me nothing
They'd be promoted to a
captain for the big arrests
I wasn't slippin',
I was givin' the blues the blues
But I refused to lose,
I got the booze and cruise up the avenue
Laughin' at the people in school
Cause they broke as a motherfucker
talkin' bout a golden rule
You sayin' I'm a fool for droppin' out
I'm makin' meals,
well that ain't what you talkin' bout
I remember scrapin' up
pennies for the four double
O's
Now my refrigerator's full of protein I
used to rap rap on the schoolyard
Now I'm u -to -u -to -yo,
droppin' lyrics too I wrote to wrote to the riches in a dash
If I compare this to last,
it run from copper to cash
Some people will
try to jack you, yeah
Some people will even kill you
So don't, don't
I leap, I leap, I didn't think
that it could happen
Y 'alls, y 'alls laughing,
laughing when I told them I be rapping
Now
I'm, now I'm getting,
getting big checks from the rapper
Lilz
Lilz, they, they, my, my,
laugh, laugh, laugh
I live a life,
life that a lot of niggas dream of
I smoke, I smoke, smoke cess in the steam tub
I get bitches, bitches, and bitches, and bitches,
and bitches
But I ain't cuttin' for a stinky
piece of pearl tongue
She makes a move for my wallet
and the girl's hung
Cause when you're broke,
you a joke, but when
you get cash
The motherfuckin' stink holds one half
But I ain't cuttin' for a stinky
piece of pearl tongue
She makes a move for my wallet
and the girl's hung
Cause when you broke, you a joke, but when you get cash,
the motherfuckin' stink hoes won't have
But I ain't cuttin' for a stinky
piece of pearl tongue
She makes a move for my wallet
and the girl's hung
Cause when you broke, you a joke, but when you get cash,
the motherfuckin' stink hoes won't have
So all of you funky ass hoes get kicked
By ghetto boy midget
mind of a little chick
Fuck a war, can't be stop -sizing shit
Other level rapper like copper to cash,
dick
But if you just wanna fuck me,
he -ya -ya -yikes
You can suck a nigga's
chuckie
Some people will try to jack you, yeah
Some people will even kill you, so
Bushwick Bill 
