Green Hunter 2
Cash makes the world go round, spin
Don't I look like money, that's my twin
Gettin' money, like it's going out of style
I keep throwing it up, like it's bile
Got cash all over me, like it's a rash
You better chase that paper, stack that cash
Punchline, watch out for the blow
This ain't deer season, but I got a lot of doe
I don't play sports, but somehow manage to ball
You pissed, hurry, go to the bathroom stall
You're mad, 'cause your chick's jumping on my pogo-stick?
If this was the NFL draft, she'd be my first pick
I gave her my two-sense, she brought a quarter back
Team player, certified hustler, put her name on a plaque
You're like an old car, broke, need a tune-up
Chasing paper all day, even when the moon's up
Started in the basement, took it to the attic
Bottom to top, having all this cash is problematic
Get my strap, solve problems, trigonometry
A lil' bit of paranoia, nothing's wrong with me
Oxymoron, dirty money got me looking clean
Step in the scene, record-breaker by all mean
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