[Verse]
They say more money, more problems
And I'm gettin more money, you jobless
Never let the emcee test me, the best thing
Since the rock start wrestling
Comfortable like a bird that is nesting
Often a fool like a skinny boy flexing
This is that iller rhyme, presenting sinister lines
Not for the thinner kind, presenting the dinner time
Cuz I'm out eat, but never for the hunger
My heart is in this game, but never been a lover
Most Hated, I'm really one of the hardest out
Ff they really hatin me, then tell me why they heart is out
Giving me laughter, finish writing the chapter
Speakin backwards, haters is speakin after
Never before me or you leakin shortly
Prom king, you suckas will have to court me

[Pre-hook]
You speaking gibberish think to take it from me
But I'm getting money, I'm getting, I'm getting money
You leakin sentences, bitchin I think it's funny
Cuz I'm getting money, I'm getting, I'm getting money

[Hook]
[What?!] I'm getting money, I'm getting, I'm getting money

[Verse]
I'm laughin at you haters
While I'm steady gettin paper
I check checks, take no sex from hoe sets
You're best bets to hold techs to blow next
Get chin checked for slick talkin to Jo yet
I been vet, you bitch rappers should go fetch
Get off my back homie and play cautious
You weak talkers, never preachin or speak offers
So I let the beat go, complete flow
You creep slow, but you never compete tho
See, I'm the one the call they young
American Idol, I'm searchin for stardom
I don't play wit these petty cats, never that
I'm gettin my lift on, so I'm bringin the heavy rap
Paper hittin the gym strong, you miss when I been gone
I'm just gettin money dumby, and it's long

[Pre-hook & Hook] x2

I'm gettin stacks back
If you countin all these chips then tell em to cash that
Put ya money up (repeated)
Movin on the fast track
If you laughin at a hater then tell em the stacks fat
put ya money up (repeated)