[Verse 1: Lucci Lou]

Little nigga in a 2-Door six

Show my ass as you can see, no shit

I'm talking straight off the showroom shit

When you're talking about weight, I'm the nigga they get

By the way, I'm in a six with your chick

45 on my hip, don't trip or hear this

I'm talking point-blank bitch

First you had it on your mind, now you can't think shit

Yeah Lucci crazy

Fall up in the spot, all Gucci baby

Quick to do your lady

Send her on a date, when she's through she pay me

Now that's pimpin' dog

Quick to slap a hoe if she piss me off

Then it's back to the kitchen bakin' biscuits foe

Wrap them hoes up then I ship them off

[Chorus]

Well a little bit of money never hurt nobody

But if you're trying to take mine, I'ma hurt somebody

And I'ma pile it up til I'm dead and gone

We don't want no problems

Boy you don't want no problems

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

Uh, talk that shit, get your shit fucked up

Got a bitch who chop dicks and a bitch who cuts nuts

Which one of these hoes you want? Pimp

Call my nigga Fee, say he in for the night

Saw a nigga I was beefin' with at a red light

On his forehead was a little red light

Put his ass to sleep, don't let the bed bugs bite

I'm telling you dog, AK-47 and all

Big nuts bitch, medicine balls

I'm high as shit, I see heaven and all

And I ain't lying, I'm flying, pelican y'all

But don't fuck with me, stay celibate dawg

Picture this shit: The bitch who you with wanna hop on my dick

And never get off, never get off

I mean- I mean even when I tell her "Get off"

Ol' fruity ass nigga

One head shot, watch your watermelon come off

Aaaagh

Young Mula baby!

Hey Flow, let's race our Bugatti's

[Chorus]

Well a little bit of money never hurt nobody

But if you're trying to take mine, I'ma hurt somebody

And I'ma pile it up til I'm dead and gone

We don't want no problems

Boy you don't want no problems

[Bridge]

Hey, now when the hell's money been a problem? I can't tell

Lord knows I ain't never seen a rich man mad as hell

That's why I'm working all night long til I make my bail

And I've been on my mail, goddammit

[Chorus]

Well a little bit of money never hurt nobody

But if you're trying to take mine, I'ma hurt somebody

And I'ma pile it up til I'm dead and gone

We don't want no problems

Boy you don't want no problems

Well a little bit of money never hurt nobody

But if you're trying to take mine, I'ma hurt somebody

And I'ma pile it up til I'm dead and gone

We don't want no problems

Boy you don't want no problems