Take money, take money

Take money, take money

First off, bringing the dead up back to life

The bullet that shot Pac was cocked back twice

Killed your wife and then killed her nice

Wrapped her up in some plastic and unrolled her out like dice

But enough about you, how about my charts to the above the sky blue?

Soon they'll be best at picking up like drive-through

But there's no food, the fans that I'm feeding

And these wicked raps like a steel knife in the back

But a baseball bat that follows after that

Hit anyone in the mouth that we talk and smack

And be tryna act like there's somewhere better than where I'm at

(W-w-where I'm at)

Like you say somethin' that made me so mad

Like Nick Cannon on his radio, smack a hoe

And that's the story, ghost, get some rhyme

Get some glory, that's how the game go

Like Nicki whooping Kim's ass, controversial

Everybody's hype like Shady's first commercial

Bringing news better than Winston Churchill

Like I'm gonna bow down, I don't make me hurt ya

But your career is a hanger, so hang it up (take money)

Your money gets stolen like, bitch, hang it up (take money)

Huh, fame is falling, so I stand it up (take money)

I'm on a legendary beat, so my sales (take money)

You should hit 'em up

Damn, crazy fucking dream