Money got your tongue tied. It's a slow ride up till you're going down. Funny how your friends lie. It's a landslide when you wear the crown. (Give it to me).
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny. My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money. Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna. Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya.
She looks like a. She looks like a. She looks like a. She looks like a. . [Chorus: x4]. She looks like a movie star. Like a chocolate candy bar. . (She looks like a).