Tekster:
The Click Money Muscle

him off [Hook] Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money

and my itenary stay crackin' I'm mackin' boss bitch, hell I'm pimpin' I'm on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it Like Cash Money we click with it,

[Man talking] Yeah, go on pour ya partner some of that there [Pouring] Oh boy, yeah hold on not too much not too much Right there, yeah see that's that

(feat. Levitti) [Levitti] Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah ooh [Hook: The Click & Levitti] Ya say ya wanna baller Say dat den (I wanna

Uh, Sick Wid It, Sick Wid It 707, Sick Wid It Records, Sick Wid It Click shit, Click shit nigga Click shit, Click shit nigga Click shit, Click shit nigga

nigga house, juss some days to pay a warrant that dirty varmit back to the Regime conglomerate where the climate is always sunny for money the small

s so exquisite Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that Show me where that money at Boy come wit them money stacks Break in wit that pussy

tried to flick his shine Had a big gat, click, clack, hit recline Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change

of the murderous bitch, the murderous clique Like you never heard of the G From the muscle like crime life like corner hustlers And the, tunner winter shit, tell me I ain't a winner ??, Got my mind on my money and my money