yo check it this is money on the record
im in pole position and the flag that is checkerd
im no number not on the chart or the street
all i wana do is put my vocals to the beat and
help like head and shoulders for the skelp lyrics
as hot as the sun will make you melt money the
prodical son oriens belt...ill take you to the stars
better yet let us fly i got the blades you got the
gucci shades guest appearance i got the purple haze
let us blaze money from the flats be amazed yeah i made
it this far sum days i walk sum days i ride in a car
double klipfrif and coke up in the bar my banit 400 takes me
really far camps bay to landsdowne yeah thats my hometowne
my boys you know now we busy with the stone age while they
busy with 1 whole gage basically locking emselves in their own cage mo rage...
yeah a bita me and a blunt!!
money? who the hell are you sonny/
now imabout to make u miss dad and mommy/
look tshani we grown folks in here we never need nanny's/
i aint dissin ya/ you just dissed yourself buddy/
you aint a gansta/ your nickname is sweeter than honey/
ag we doin it real/ soooner or later we gon cut international deals/
dont get offended just stay put and observe some skills/
welcome to ag punk/ have punchlines thrown at your face/
b4 u f*** with us, get a bulletproof vest, a durag and a necklace/
