[Verse 1: Frzy]

Oops here go the money man

Walking inside the club with all this money man

And making the spot live

Like I brought a band

Make them haters sleep with the fishes

Call em aqua man

Dam

I'm running it but I ant never ran

Get a hold of my money need a rubber band

Now they wondering how I'm balling

As good as I am

My head big from making these NBA jams

Dam

This joint right here I call it mambo

Did it that way because of how the song go

For that paper I need my paper homie pronto

For that green I'll point my 9 call it rondo

This what they gone know

U be calling for meer

Women

But girlies that can't hear

When I Nair women

And now that the kids here

Man they all grinning

She got a hell of a body why I keep sinning

Now bring the hook from the beginning

Hold Up

[Verse 2: Frzy]

Oops here go the money man

That's why I'm looking at you like where ya money man

Ya girly running from me look like the running man

I put those haters to rest

Like I'm the sandman

So what u sayin man

I be on the top floor

Pulling my own weight now my arms soar

Making this money man is what it's all for

So dog u like my style homie all 4's

This what they ask for

For

More money

More problems

More hate

That's more biggie

No biggie

Lost weight

No wait I'm so great

That's why I gloat

That's how boy parade around without a dam float

Yo

The beat made by Willie Beman

He birthed it without seaman

So homie thats why I see men

Tryin hate on my season

I'm trying find out the meanin

But if they don't know the meaning

Then I'm a give them a reason

Hold up