Its T.H-C ..Genesis..Blak Hand..you know we just want that money, wanna feel like we in GTA and we just typed in that money cheat, yeah want that old money
I want that Madiba Money (Madiba Money!), I want them George Grands (Brratt!), I want those pharaoh papers (Raah!) I want that Mothering old money (yeah) that old money, that old money, that. Just sold your soul money (yeah), that old money, that old money (Biatch!), no elephants just that dinosaur money
[Verse 1: T.H-C]
Don’t tell me about rolls of money, I’ve had that sold a stolen phone money, money is freedom, I just take my long walks, follow my steps, see how a don walks, I’m like the big bad wolf, pig ass crews get blown down before I blow up, that’s not metaphorical, I’m so for real, you’re more like L’Oreal, so you tryna hold me back, What the is that? You’re a ass baphomet , you just turned on the who made you, before we met you were nothing, now you think you something, you dust , street sweep your ass, throw you in the dustbin, cause coming between me and my will? That’s sin!
[Verse 2: The Genesis]
My people me whenever they need fundraising, guns blazing, cause we eat the beef, like its bacon, I reckon we can run the city by sundown, with some extra clips from my cousin from down town, bow down when the pharaoh comes around, es are always loud when you run a dog pound, underground, like neck deep, in the front seat, briefcase in the boot, that granny money’s not legit, all of it counterfeit, big 5’s my type of , money so much, I could fit a bottomless pit, dead man in the room, money I gotta sweep up with a broom
[Verse 3: T.H-C]
And I’d keep reserved, but if a talk , I tell her Bitch! Your loose ass reminds me of Church Street, cause when I’m in it, I feel like I’m in church street and more people have been in there than in... wait, I’m kidding, here’s a 50 G’s, this is how I wanna be, when I D-I-E, I want to have, more money than your countries economy, I got my company, so you can try and come at me, but guaranteed you’ll and pee, if you own arcadia, I’m going for Australia, such atrocities, got em wondering the origins of T.H-C, I’m from CPT, Summer greens, all my summer dreams were about expired cream!
Genesis : Haa! Yeah man, you know what I’m saying, we gone keep making that mothering dough, ayo man, dawg, come through, lets tell these motherers how we gone make this mothering dough
We want it all, I want the pound, the dollar, the yen, the , everything!
Genesis: so you better mothering watch out, cause we ing gonna make you mothering Black out, Biatch…What about the Naira ?