Lyrics:
Guess Who Coming Down Off The Money Bag

' away The way I pick is what I say But ev'ry once in a while it becomes a drag So I come down off the money bag....

boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money

ballin' My raps are pouring dead men, I get the casket for 'em I'm back performing, I bag 'em, break they back, don't call 'em Look down on 'em like

full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face; Take her gucci bag and the north face Off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money oh you got me

lil' crib up on it Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come

nothin' but the females caught in the rapture Recognize II Tru's comin' to get ya fools Come, let a sista break you off with true flex straight off the

lil' crib up on it Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come

strap and keep thinkin' 'Cause a nigga get stolen, better yet get takin', paper is burn They come fast and catch shakin' Picture this my brother cash money then went nation But that comes

got a new boo and she's an actress so that means she don't need nothin from me she a multi-mullionaire, shoulda seen all this money a chick who stay real is the chick who