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[Intro: DirtBag]
Wawaaa! Kevin, headass
Pool Squad Money Gang, nigga!
Headass
[Verse 1: Willie Dynamite]
Money, money, money be the root of all evil
Yes I want more, that’s that make a nigga evil
Gots to get mine for a lot ain’t no sequel
Whoever said I’m not going to be the one, be nonbelievers
Believe us, I’m a rapping genius
Jesus, whatever
Still no man better
Run through your whole crew like Jerome Bettis
Break sound barriers
I don’t lick the himmy
Tolking on the loud got me feeling like Timmy
And I’m wild with the foul style
Totes to pound around like here I go again
My plug put me on the mound in the ninth inning
Buzz about to go down
Straight up pitching
No wonder why you’re bitch mad cause you’re not me
It is what it is nigga let that shit live
Four four right up at your crib
Until infinity forever we live nigga
[Hook: DirtBag & Willie Dynamite]
Money, money, money make the world go ’round
If you ain’t talking chips, sit your bitch ass down
Sit your bitch ass down
If you ain’t talking chips, sit your bitch ass down
Bitch ass down, nigga
Sit your bitch ass down
[Break]
I dedicate this one right here to all my homies
Out there grinding, Y’know what I’m saying
Legally and illegally
[Verse 2: Willie Dynamite]
Dynamite, nigga
Who pack the fat stacks subliminally drug dealers
Shh, that’s that low doe
Get it, that’s that low dough
Like cholos, my migos
A peephole niggas over a kilo
So watch out
Might hit your church and walk around with my cock out, whoa
You didn’t know though
I’m loco, you Doritos Locos
That’s kind of funny cause these niggas mad crunchy, flaky
Lames knocking me on my momma, boy you’re crazy
It’s P-S to the mother fucking daily
Whip in that eighty-four
Frank’s got the nine
Hit them ninety-three times in the spine if he chime about mine
Wake up on time if it’s about a dollar sign
I’m on and I’m Houston’s finest
You rewind this
Pool Squad’s behind this, nigga
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