DIALOG (Bruce Lee)
Dont concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory
Do you understand?
Never take your eyes off your opponent even when you bow


VERSE 1
She mad cause she like me
Thats why she wanna fight me

I counter all her punches then she Mike Tyson bites me
Damn girl you feisty but cool as some ice tea

Politely you be shakein all yo booty on naked
Precisely I'll be pipein down cuchi as I'm faded

It's D-Money Baby so you know this be X-Rated
We could do it nightly or in a room with some lighting

With cameras action her ass is shakin nicely
Her head game is priceless I'll rather play crises

I'll leave a hoe sightless from my chain shining brightness
My level is highness allergic to dryness

No time for the shyness more money no minus
This nothin that nicein one five on the dicein

Them throats I stay slicein
Psycho crush'em like M-Bison

Ima street fighting Bugatti riding nig*a thats fa sho
I dont play if you dont know I'll let that pistol blow

What up my nig*a Boe skull crush'em to the flooe
Stomp they heads all in the ground so them weak nig*as know

D-Money dont play around I only smoke hydro
I was born hell bound tho I smoked soo many pounds bro

Get back I'll hit that wit this gatt
Ima slick cat that'll split splat all kind of brains

All kinda stains left on the pavement
It's D-Money Baby no mistaken

Be leaving them woman legs shaken
I go deep that cuchi ache

You know me no sushi steak
Leefy greens on my plate

Theres a million feigns in my state
The place I stayed was C A but now these days I'm in W A

These days I'm N W A evergreen that top left
You know me I'm by myself blunt raps on the top shelf

Ima grab those and roll two for my nig*as two
What it do boo boo we at the momo ah lil coco

Bend it ova tho Ima hit it slow just to let you know
Nig*a goin hard like porn star in foreign car

Doing the no no its time to go go
Popo's keep killin my people

They doing it like its all legal
They killin the American people

The government treat it like its legal
I dont know I'm bout to go Strait berserk and lose control

I got my hands on a gun scroll I'm crafting something crucial
Lay ten heads with one shot It come with that red dot

I pop pop and dont stop so dont get yo ass shot
I roll up I post up then roast up and toast up

N***a be soo messed up five mins later burpin smoke up
I'm home mane I'm gone mane bout done with this lil rap

I'm soo faded Ima take a nap when I wake up Ima go rite back
My homies say this one slap

They show love and give dap Ima real nigg this is real rap
Start some beef with me and ima snap

I'm soo high my eye is lookin jap-
-anese women on they kness

I'm just trynna see they booty's clap
FPV sittin on my lap thats ah first person view night cap

It's D-Money Baby from the trap
Bout to start twistin another wrap

I'm supa on plus I'm stupid gone
Perfect remedies for ah perfect song

It's D-money Baby Marlay
Keep the peace and burn up ah jay

You dont want to go to war today
I been smokin on that water ayee

It's D-Money Baby turnt up
Them otha nig*as stayin turnt down

By they sound they getting no play
Thats ah record dead with no pay

How these nig*as even get ah deal tho
With spittin pre-school flows

I'm just honest ain't no faking real
I could teach you how to keep it trill

Grab a gun and make'em run a drill
Open wallets take out all the bills

Jeremih got me feelin like Phil
I'm in the zone send ah nig*a home

With the chrome cause I'm aiming at his dome
You dont wanna play with me holmes

I'll crush ya body and shatter all yo bones


DIALOG (Alfie Solomons)
He'll wake up. Probably won't have any teeth left
But he'll be a wiser man for it, and the last thing
He'll remember is your funny little joke