Money - Rapper Big Pooh, Young RJ, O Dash

The experience is everything

You in a privileged position to learn a thing or two

So get your pens out, get your tape recorders ready

Get your mental thing going

Me and Khrysis bout to take you on a journey

It’s Rapper baby, take you home maybe

Like to play the bottom so girls call me lazy

Uh, kinda crazy, nah rather cute

Wear the T3 button or a Ralph Lauren suit

The ball’s in my hands, no pass, rather shoot

Baby of the group but I’m no junior

She said see you later but I wanna come sooner

On that LL, I be Doin It, doin her

Huh, I’m so outa the box

I’m so left field like I play for the Sox

I’m a homerun hitter, show time spitter

Damn he’s so mammish, no I’m so mammy

Quite uncanny, hoes can’t stand me When the time coming let’s fly to Miami

Tamika, Tammy, Lisa, Randy

Topless tanning on the beach I can be Yeah, you wanna know what it is?

You say I’m crazy, well I’m crazy baby handling biz

Yeah, you wanna see how I do?

Well I’m crazy when I do it baby, how bout you?

I talk with a slang and I walk with a swagger

He got an aura like shit don’t matter

Throw a lil’chatter, watch your heart start to patter

Pity, why these girls be acting so silly?

Fine young philly, hometown’s Philly

Really?

I really got a taste for Ishkabibble’s

Scribbled-down numbers, twenty on the button

Told her holler back if she ever needed something

Wanting something, that something is him

She want a major man, he tryna be her friend

Well look baby girl, this where the conversation ends

Don’t be mislead cause he flashed a few grands

Showed a lil’dimple, showed a lil’charm

I got one occupying my arm and that’s work

I’m on the horn tryna make this thing work

If you hear me let me hear you say chuuch… chuuch

So I ain’t the cutest, you already knew this

Pooh is chasing them down to say I hate you

No I won’t date you, your life shouldn’t end

Go do like I and take it out on the pen

Jotting down emotions, pencil in your diary

I read, I inspire to make millions

Buy a couple buildings, flip them bricks

You want the story of my life?

Well you hearing the script

Non-descript, nigga with a forty-six hip

Took a trip down South, never came back

VA alum’do his thang on the track

Hoes begging me to come back

They ain’t want a nigga cause they thought a nigga was fat

Now I’m fat cause they see me on the box and they think I’m all that

Hoes is wack, wonder why I don’t go back

Cause of silly ass shit like that, now keep down

Yeah, I said how bout you?

When I’m doing what I’m doing baby, how bout you?

Yeah, uh, I said how bout you?

When I’m doing what I’m doing baby, how bout you?