| See, I’m about money, a whole lotta cheese |
| Niggas talkin greasy — it ain’t about me |
| Cause bullets cost money, but I give 'em out for free |
| If I hear my name out the mouth of a MC |
| Nigga please, niggas must be smokin good trees |
| Always poppin shit, you know how the hood be |
| They envy when you walk, they rather see you down |
| When you go broke, them niggas ain’t around |
| Clowns, see 'em in the street, air 'em out |
| I’m deaf, I ain’t tryina hear nobody now |
| Gotta tell my money shut up, it talks too much |
| They say my records won’t sell, I’m New York too much |
| I keep a hammer on the hip, Henny in the cup |
| Money over bitches, now that’s what’s up |
| But don’t get me wrong, you know I keep a hoe |
| But ain’t nothin that a nigga love more than the dough |
| I’m 'bout money |
| See, it don’t mean a thing if it ain’t about green |
| Like when you mention the Bridge you think about Queens |
| I go all out for the cake, you know I love the CREAM |
| You hear the word Infamous, you think of my team |
| Ron Gotti, Hav and P, G.O.D |
| Gambino, Ty Nitty and the N-o-y-d |
| Money-hungry go-getters, fly hood niggas |
| From the ice in the rings to the 40-inch gleam |
| Too much dough for money clips, partners in this rap shit |
| All we do is stack chips and load the Mac clips |
| You know the money talks, so listen ma and disappear |
| I’m goin Hollyhood, I’m tryina be a millionaire |
| Who cares if we break up, we ain’t gotta make up |
| All I do is cake up from the time I wake up |
| No time to slip up, just make sure my money long |
| You know you hoes disappear when the money gone |