[Intro]
Yeah, I'm about my dough
And I need it in my hand!

[Verse 1]
(C'mon, yeah) In this corner is
The heavyweight champion
Ask around man
You don't want to step to him
Cash driven with a monstrous grin
Aw snap! Let the killing begin
You got a villain that's in to win
And don't depend on the handouts
Gettin' paid from a blade
While the fans shout
Knock 'em out then your scrilla grows
Knock 'em off and become a pro
As if you didn't know
The fetty is about to gross majorly
And what you hold precious is
Only a game to me
No thing to be top rate global
Staring in your eyes
While I got you in a choke hold
Loco is what I might be
But for the dough I will strike through
You quicker than lightning
It's frightening when you see my face
But, by then it is way too late (One time)