[Intro]
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be some trouble
[Twista]
Oh ain`t no playin me, it`s Twista
I gots to get mine, ya dig?
I need a stove and a pot from you, oh I need a jar from you
I`m `bout to cook up somethin horrible
I make a big chunk and I chop it down to particles
and sell a part to you, get this money is what I`ma do, ooh
A tall dawg call me momma-do ooh, from sellin nuggets to your momma duke
Now I got money out the follicles
Try to stop me I`ma put your name up in the article
I turn a giant to a molecule
Peon and pussy were the man`s parents
I see straight through you like you transparent
You ain`t capo, you run your man`s errands
Low on the totem pole, but me I hold the doI`m never freezin below zero, I can`t go below a O
So now I got digits, got critics - fuck `em
I got bitches that come back wit it, bust you in yo` cap fitted
You niggaz ain`t know I was that siddick
The chain flick up, peep the (Chronicles) of Twista nigga, fuck Riddick
[Chorus]
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
I, want, my, dough
Or it`s gon` be some trouble, somebody let them niggaz know
[Twista]
Uh-huh I rap scary, make A&R`s get on they Blackberry
Type in to they boss that every track heavy
If rappers was reverends I`m that Jesse
Or comedians then I`m that Eddie, football I`m that Jerry
You could count on me when you throw the (Rice)
Married to the mob so throw the rice, you are just a prototype
Son of the devil call him Dolomite
I`m on another level but you wrote `em, right?
You fiend for that `dro to write
He ain`t nothin I`m made, it`s swift out the cuts when I daze him
Give him cuts and abrasions cause I`m too fuckin amazin
Huff don`t get you paid and I`m makin big bucks off of haze and
My dope gon` keep on comin back like you fuckin with Jason
Vorhees, more ki`s, get killed for the pies
They yours to serve but the hills have eyes - I`m watchin you
You should be through my money, huh?
Well when I come through have that money up
and I don`t even wanna hear no funny stuff, hurry up
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Buck buck, my guns fire horror
A lil` money you better wire momma because I am diaboli-cal
To your life I say sayanora
Better call God or hire Allah, cause nigga I am lava
Flow out the volcano to burn the village
These cooking utensils ain`t given to you boy you gotta earn the skillet
When it come to a cap you gotta learn to peel it
When it come to a track you gotta learn to feel it
when it`s your turn to kill it
Musical masturbation I`m feelin myself, I`m deadly and mannish
But I still`ll leave you and your buddy damaged
Freakin on the tracks so nasty that you can`t understand it
`Til you see me sippin dollars and eatin a money sandwich
And the new Jag be lookin so splendid
But I can`t re-cop it `til you get finished - it`s been three days nigga
Give me mine, you know I gots to get paid nigga
Don`t you know the consequences of fuckin with a made nigga?
[Chorus]
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