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[Intro: Uncle Murda]
Ha ha, go!
Brooklyn, MGM
East New York
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
Lamborghinis, Ferraris
Maserati, Bugattis
Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys
Benjis on top of Benzis
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
This kush got my eyes low like Iâm from Hong Kong
Chicks around me with no bras and no thongs on
Chains, watches and bracelets, [?]
We smack niggas in the face with stacks of big faces
Niggas ainât on our level, bury âem get the shovel
Flow so hot niggas think Iâm related to the devil
All of my jewelry heavy, none of my jewelry hollow
My hoodrat chick teachinâ my model chick how to swallow
Iâm about a dolla, if I ainât chasinâ a dolla Iâm lickinâ and trickinâ on some trick who head game is propa
Iâm strapped with the choppa get you fucked up by the coppas
Slug tearinâ through his vest like he gotta go see a doctor
Homie show me the money, or show me a stripper who could do somethinâ I never seen before and tip her, ay!
[Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
Iâm on a paper chase, Iâm runninâ to the money
Go! Go! Go!
Iâm runninâ to the money
[Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
Go! Go! Go!
Iâm about a dolla
Go! Go! Go!
Shorty you should holla
[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
Lamborghinis, Ferraris
Maserati, Bugattis
Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys
Benjis on top of Benzis
[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
Money, power, respect, I respect money is power
The government full of shit, they helpinâ us move this powder
How you think we get it? Homie they help us get it
Sit back and watch us live it, then send us to prison
Even when we go to jail they get paid, itâs big business
We ainât nothinâ but a number, homie, a bunch of digits
Police, lawyers and judges, I hate them mothafuckas
They ainât really here to help us, their whole purpose is to fuck us
Dope, big cocaina, foâ fifths and ninas
Fell in the cases, I beat them shits like they were misdemeanors
Models, hoes and divas, Lisa carry Sabrina
Woulda cut my chick off tour and got married to Alisha
Forties on top of fifties, fifties on top of hundreds
We gonâ shop when we get there, we donât fly with luggage, oh!
[Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
Iâm on a paper chase, Iâm runninâ to the money
Go! Go! Go!
Iâm runninâ to the money
[Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2)
Go! Go! Go!
Iâm about a dolla
Go! Go! Go!
Shorty you should holla
[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Murder pointinâ [?], I chopped a brethren in half
For you, I drag âem from [?] to [?] and [?]
These niggas ainât got the shits they teeth do talk
New spot, new lots, nigga this East New York
South BX Zoo, ooh nigga we on
Never too cool to die, ooh nigga we chillinâ
Uncle Murda, Uncle Murda, who is these niggas grillinâ?
Heard he leakinâ to the [?], ooh niggas be spillinâ
I was on one, two, and through another pair
We had to cook his waffle, he couldnât hold his syrup
We fare rare, never scared, say a prayer, spray a flare
Hear his fourth in July on 4th of July, every year
I be out, everywhere, heavy gear, never there
Bloody bear, aim for them teddy bears, ready? Here
I donât [?], you gonâ sit on [?]
Motherfuckinâ rascal, Medicare, Betty here
Gunz mob through any hood in the fuckinâ tri-state
NY state, high state, fly state, yeah I skate
[?], from yâall space, hear what I say
Next pause I play Flex, get your top eight
Pa-pa-pause again