Ill Baby, what the deal, we can chill Split half a pill and a happy meal, fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
tellin' them is sacrifice they souls You really listenin'? Learn a lesson from these bros Playin' the game it's heavy Heatin' up and down that road They say the boy got talent
what the deal We can chill, split half a pill and a happy meal Fuck a stank slut I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
relax Yeah, Off up in the C H I C A to the G O Where the winter time temperature be twenty below Knee deep in the snow the Reverend still get dough To pay the bills
bitch that's what your skill is Fools are ridiculous just don't know when to quit Can't spit like I can spit straight up be Maculent Talented handle
skills to pay the bills Plus I got the flow 'cuz you know 'The hit is real' What? Top notch, I give you nuttin' but the raw talent But don't fake jax
stuck with us Gettin it crunk, and layin it down, and gettin to buck with us Thank you for not lettin material things make me Thank you for givin me the talent
, play tether ball Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies pussyfictious Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill Pullin' out bills
pink shirt cos we're kicking the set. Verse 9 a?? Honz The Funkoars and the Hilltop, yes, we still rocking it, And I aint going near your bill unless
a rock star Named Pig Nugent, earned his master's degree From Harvard college Built his house from his architect knowledge A tri level mansion Hollywood hills Daddy's rock stardom Paid for the bills
show you one for real Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal One more wanker bringin' hate won't matter now I'm payin' bills
? NANCY (spoken) No, I won't stand by and see it done, Bill! FAGIN (spoken) Why Nancy, you're wonderful tonight. Such talent! What an actress, eh, Bill
) Snap, crackle, pop Oh wow look at me now Holy cow watch me blew up blow up Make ya throw up I got mad fills to make mad bills If I want a buffalo ruffa
?? Ah yuh dun kno well be trillina?? (yuh zeet) She love it when d toe curl up, touch d ceilina?? Data??s why she gimme d top billina?? Aye An talented
talk is cheap, shut up, pay me now Hands on the dice work, stopping your bank Shorty you're light work, Comic View rap making my side hurt Talent's in
Look, where I go from here? Just lost my father last year But I still remain to keep it real like dollar bills I drop tears, can't believe my daddy's
make other bitches mad 'Cuz she more bitch Than they ever been It's the beautiful, intelligent Talented, trama, heroin 'Cuz it's straight gangsta Straight gangsta (Straight gangsta) Gangsta Count bills
