[Intro: Uncle Murda]
Ha ha, go!
Brooklyn, MGM
East New York
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
Lamborghinis, Ferraris
Maserati, Bugattis
Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys
Benjis on top of Benzis
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
This kush got my eyes low like I’m from Hong Kong
Chicks around me with no bras and no thongs on
Chains, watches and bracelets, [?]
We smack niggas in the face with stacks of big faces
Niggas ain’t on our level, bury ‘em get the shovel
Flow so hot niggas think I’m related to the devil
All of my jewelry heavy, none of my jewelry hollow
My hoodrat chick teachin’ my model chick how to swallow
I’m about a dolla, if I ain’t chasin’ a dolla I’m lickin’ and trickin’ on some trick who head game is propa
I’m strapped with the choppa get you fucked up by the coppas
Slug tearin’ through his vest like he gotta go see a doctor
Homie show me the money, or show me a stripper who could do somethin’ I never seen before and tip her, ay!
[Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
I’m on a paper chase, I’m runnin’ to the money
Go! Go! Go!
I’m runnin’ to the money
[Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
Go! Go! Go!
I’m about a dolla
Go! Go! Go!
Shorty you should holla
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
Lamborghinis, Ferraris
Maserati, Bugattis
Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys
Benjis on top of Benzis
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
Money, power, respect, I respect money is power
The government full of shit, they helpin’ us move this powder
How you think we get it? Homie they help us get it
Sit back and watch us live it, then send us to prison
Even when we go to jail they get paid, it’s big business
We ain’t nothin’ but a number, homie, a bunch of digits
Police, lawyers and judges, I hate them mothafuckas
They ain’t really here to help us, their whole purpose is to fuck us
Dope, big cocaina, fo’ fifths and ninas
Fell in the cases, I beat them shits like they were misdemeanors
Models, hoes and divas, Lisa carry Sabrina
Woulda cut my chick off tour and got married to Alisha
Forties on top of fifties, fifties on top of hundreds
We gon’ shop when we get there, we don’t fly with luggage, oh!
[Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
I’m on a paper chase, I’m runnin’ to the money
Go! Go! Go!
I’m runnin’ to the money
[Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
Go! Go! Go!
I’m about a dolla
Go! Go! Go!
Shorty you should holla
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Murder pointin’ [?], I chopped a brethren in half
For you, I drag ‘em from [?] to [?] and [?]
These niggas ain’t got the shits they teeth do talk
New spot, new lots, nigga this East New York
South BX Zoo, ooh nigga we on
Never too cool to die, ooh nigga we chillin’
Uncle Murda, Uncle Murda, who is these niggas grillin’?
Heard he leakin’ to the [?], ooh niggas be spillin’
I was on one, two, and through another pair
We had to cook his waffle, he couldn’t hold his syrup
We fare rare, never scared, say a prayer, spray a flare
Hear his fourth in July on 4th of July, every year
I be out, everywhere, heavy gear, never there
Bloody bear, aim for them teddy bears, ready? Here
I don’t [?], you gon’ sit on [?]
Motherfuckin’ rascal, Medicare, Betty here
Gunz mob through any hood in the fuckin’ tri-state
NY state, high state, fly state, yeah I skate
[?], from y’all space, hear what I say
Next pause I play Flex, get your top eight
Pa-pa-pause again
