[Intro: Rihanna]
I got my mind on my money and I'm not going away
So keep on getting your paper
[Verse 1: Brinx]
Now behold it's your excellence
C.I.T.C.O., forward slash president
East side resident, it's oh so evident
Brinx Billy ride cousin, black on black phantom, 26's on the side of em
Ninas on the side of em, goonies on the side of em
Anybody get it boy be careful on the side of them
These niggas'll bury you, guns, no serial
Money hungry honey with me when they holla she gonna carry you
Flyer than a aеrial, vehicle, gerital
Sitting on my feet whеn I'm stuntin on them people
I tell no fables everything tailored
Fax machines, Office Max, see me for that paper
You working with short bread, ain't my money long youngin'
Bitch I'm bout trappin, more digits than a phone number
Different time zones on em, kill them niggas lyrically
Left side of my closet, look invaded by Italy
Right side Paris, left side flagging, paper is my main chick, me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch, that's why these brand new niggas on my old shit
[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo I speak foreign languages and shit but the language I speak is that money language (laughs) flipmode bitch
Brinx I like how we do the brinx truck job on these niggas homey
Time after time again I like niggas and
Remind niggas how I hold out on motherfuckers
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Niggas out here fronting about they bread you can't trust it, nigga
My money so stupid, call me Warren Busta Buss, nigga
Glad it ain't a toss and everything about me butters
I've been counting money so Long I see dollar signs and different colors
My money is smear and smothered your money you hear me brother
Been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutter
And in case you ain't know there will be no replacement
And them bags of Arab Money I got stashed in the basement
Face it, whenever I shine, I glisten, and whenever I talk, you listen
Ain't no money getting made in these streets without my permission
I keeps it drug-infested, my money is well connected
It's to the point my conglomerate is well-respected
You need to check my method
I promise you I be the wrong nigga when it comes to my money that you ever want to mess with
Grind like missionary labor, holding dignitary paper
You already know my team is filled with consiglieres, we made you
I don't give a fuck about your stipulation
Type of bread appropriate for every situation
You can tell by the jewelry sitting on my collar
From the bread to the crib, I know all about the dollar
