Yo Money,

You'll be begging for the coin, to fill your jagged can of coke//
cuz your pockets got holes, just like a smokers throat//
ill take the horn of a goat, stab your little sister//
until she pulls a Happy Gilmour and calls me MISTA-MISTA//
like your moms tits and triggars im all about the squeeze//
and like your name,your grammar mark is D's,//
when i spit, i foam , like hoof and mouth disease//
bitch please, I respect the words you be tryin'
Ill take you to the zoo, cuz bitch you be lyin'// (lion)