[Intro: Ham Sandwich & [?]]
It's been so long (Yeah, they wait—, they been waitin' ever so long, they been waitin', they, been, waiting)
Ever since Ham on Ham on Ham on Ham dropped, they've been waiting for LEG 4 (Yes, sir-ir-ir! We're back with an anthology)
[?] ([?])
MY MONEY LONG LIKE A LEG PART 4 (Wow, what do ya know? A Ham Sandwich!)
[?] start with the shortest person here
Chubbz, talk to 'em!

[Verse 1: Chubbz]
My money long just like the Eiffel Tower
Got your bitch wet like she came out the shower
That bitch a hoe, so she won't get no flowers
Like to talk big, but you're really a coward
Social distance, you bitch, just back the fuck up
You ain't got dollars, bitch, why are you stuck up?
You brokе bitch, money's what you don't got much of
Bitch, you talk too much, I beg of you, shut up!
My money long likе The Stratosphere Hotel (Yah)
You got no guns? Pussy, you'll have to throw shells (Ay)
Animals crossing, I promise you're catchin'
These hands and they're costin' you no bells (Nah)
The gang's in this bitch, that's a perfect attendance!
Spit fire in booths, that's a perfect sentence!
Sleepin' on me? Then I'm plottin' my vengeance!
I'll cause you some pain, yeah, I'll stab your appendix!
[Verse 2: YOUNG$TER]
My money long like Dressrosa and Summit War
Hop on the scene, run it like never run before
I got an arsenal, bitch, I got guns galore
You see it flash, then it "Boom!", it's a thunderstorm
We at the top, know the haters are sick of us
Pull up wit' lead, he get outlined like syllabus
That n***a think he the shit? Then he gettin' flushed
Tony Hawk chopper, it kick when I flip it up
I call my goons and I know they gon' find 'em
'Cause my money longer than Chubbz hats lined up
Put coin on yo' head and crew pull up like plumbers
That's four-hundred seconds, then time's up
We on the way if he talkin' on Ham and shit
Chop' on both sides, it's gon' sandwich him
Hop on the beat, you know I'm finna damage it
My money long like the muhfuckin' chat this in

[Verse 3: yayu & Ham Sandwich]
Ha, my money long like yo' nose after rappin' (Whoop!)
Geppetto ashamed, you ain't real, boy, you cappin' (Fuck it)
Don't be direct if you ain't 'bout that action (Nah)
If I want that chicken, I will get it crackin' (Yeah)
Like which came first, the money or the leg? (Hm?)
'Cause we kickin' out the lead if it's money on his head (Pow!)
See, the difference in the bread is that my oven is a mile long
Power in my lines, so my money finna pile on
My hand can't hold all this money no more
So I got me a bag and I run in those stores
Pussy, you don't keep a gun in yo' Porsche (Woah)
I been gettin' money since 2004
At least! Accounts ain't accruin' some value
For you, I think money ain't what it come down to
'Cause my money long like this fucking song, oh my god!
I always be runnin' off with a lot!
[Verse 4: JHBBOSS]
My money long like committed relationships
All of this countin', got cuts at my fingertips
Money is something that I'm never playin' with
Play with my cash? Then the K's what you dealin' with
Messin' wit' gang is a gamble, you facin' it
He pull my card? I pull heat, then I'm acin' him
I got a big amount, yo' pockets hecka slim
My pockets out of this world like Invader Zim
(That's a lot of money) And it keeps gettin' better
Money around me, the green is my shelter (Yuh)
Stay with the bank, yes, sir, that is my pleasure (Uh)
Rappers cap and they say it's what they endeavor (Yuh)
Money long, it comes in all different measures (Yup)
Money long like it's a parental lecture (Yeah)
Money long like it's the time of this record (Okay)
I love the green, yeah, I cheese for the cheddar

[Verse 5: Jeesh]
(Jeesh gon' kill 'em, bitch!) My money so long, that shit is gone (Zoom!)
Big block jits that I'm with all day long
You tryin' to rap? That's a stretch like a thong (How?)
I hear him diss? He get smoked like a bong (Grrah!)
Baby, come wit' me, I know you need pleasure
Pussy or booty, I'm down for whatever (Whatever you want)
Tweed patterns all over my sweater
Hood full of fifty-year-olds, I don't care for
Big tip Glock, it don't sit on my hip!
I'm wakin' up, I'm radioactive! (Shout-out Imagine Dragons)
Pop out the 4Runner, we finna dip! (Skrrt!)
Drive naked, how we hit the strip! (Okay!)
Boy, I can't chop how I want to on this (I can't)
Boy, I can't talk how I want to on this (I can't)
Stand on the guap and we taunt you on it (Hahaha)
I don't apologize for bein' lit (Grrah!)
[Beat Switch 1]

[Verse 6: Ciyo]
My money long as the line for a Ciyo verse
You need a verse? Get in line, that shit long as the universe
Yo' bitch is kinda bad, but I gotta do the worst (Hm?)
Keep me some nudist maneuverers
You n***as stupid and stupider (Stupid!)
If you want static, come back 'round
Them n***as I rap 'round don't back down
My money might wrap 'round the surface of Jupiter (Sheesh!)
My money autonomous, run up like Sonic
I feel like I'm stuck in Metropolis Zone
If his money longer, we meet up in person
Now my money longer, his wallet is gone
My money long as Bianca Belair hair
Hell yeah, she need a seat? Then my face is a chair, yeah
I guarantee she gon' sing like Mahalia
Praise God, my money long as He hailed here

[Verse 7: Diggz Da Prophecy]
Money longer than a Namek minute
God damn, I'm in it and goin' ham, admit it
They ain't finna send no shots, they just scammin' with it (Bah!)
Long as a marathon, I spam, I'm bingin' (Eh-heh)
Longer than a One Piece wrap up (What?)
Too long like a Hellsing ratchet (Bleh!)
Big shit, motherfucker, better back up
A well done steak, motherfucker, 'cause I'm that tough (Skrrt!)
Like "Damn, when they hear this song (Uh)
They need to get comfy and prepare for dawn" (Eh-heh)
No, really, I'm serious, it's weird, I'm gone (Oh?)
I'm Rapunzel, look, bitch, I been here too long (Like what?)
Longer than a name in Hawaiian (What?)
G' shit in the game, I'm a giant (Ay)
You always been a lame, don't compete
'Cause my money so long like a CVS receipt, like—

[Verse 8: CAMOGOD]
She bendin' it over and I'm try'na fuck it
He sippin' on greener than green like it's Tussin
She givin' me top and it's sweet like a muffin
I'm cussin' and fussin' while she keep on suckin'
A demon in clothes that cost more than tuition
I ball like I'm Tron in Detroit like a Piston
I'm callin' the cops and I'm scammin' them bitches
If he like to talk, then he endin' up missing
And my money long like my backlog of songs
That'll never release to the public
And I'm out in a Publix with Mari, I'm gettin' a sub'
And I'm pullin' on strings like a puppet
And HalaCG never wanted to be on The Gulag
It's sad that she never had thunk it
But it's probably better 'cause Breeton said, "If you watch hentai
It's Boku no Pico or nothin'"

[Verse 9: Shwabadi]
Ugh! My money long as the wait since the last leg
Payin' off goons that could turn you to past tense (Brrt!)
Stackin' up dollars and you pussies lack cents (Money!)
If you steppin' up to me, then you lack sense (Bitch)
All black whip with the shiniest accents (Skrrt!)
You cannot afford this model (Yeah)
Talk to yo' bitch and she's wet from the accent (Woah)
Dripping like a wa'uh bo'uw (Uh)
My money long as the ramp for a ski jump
Yo' money keeps gettin' shorter like speedruns (Yes)
My money long like a redwood, keep up
Pullin' the paper direct from the tree trunks (Cash)
My money long as pneumonoultra-
Microscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (Uh)
If I see red, then I split 'em like Moses (Okay)
Yo' money short like the life of a glowstick (That's not very long)

[Verse 10: Radical Russell]
Yep, I'm the boy that make the dough
You know that that's a fact
My money long like a toilet paper roll
I wipe my ass wit' cash
My money long like how long I'll be droppin'
Them classic raps, that's not a lie
My money longer than all of y'all money combined
All of the money is mine
My money long! My money long like the sound
Right after hittin' a gong
My money long! My money long like how time
Feels after hittin' that strong
My money long like when me and ya' girl
Made it happen, that was all night
And the day after, alright?
You fake rappin', small fry

[Skit 1: Breeton Boi]
Sir, we still do not have a conceivable measure of length of your money
Could you please give us a more accurate description?
Ugh, 'ight, fine, I got y'all, bruh

[Beat Switch 2]

[Verse 11: Breeton Boi]
Imagine the wait time to download every game on Steam
My money longer than that (Damn!)
How long would it take to drink all the water in the sea?
My money longer than that (What?)
If you lined up every human head to toe, what would it be?
My money longer than that (No way!)
Take ya time to sweep up all the dirt on every single street
My money longer than that (Phew! Phew! Phew! Nah)
So what's my money not as long as? (What?)
Long enough to give any girl satisfaction (Huh?)
I'm askin' at the till, they still processin' my transaction (Huh?)
My money hella long and they still recordin' reactions (Uh, aye-aye!)
So I'm like, "Oh, man, that's a whole lotta money" (Yeah, yeah)
Don't believe me? You can go and ask my mummy, uh (Yeah)
'Cause she been wrapped up in the bands for a minute (*Coughing*)
Money carry on, stretchin' like the captain of the Sunny and I'm stuntin' (Woah-Woah!)

[Verse 12: Blax]
My money long like the wait for a Blax verse (Long!)
So you know that shit long as a mofo
Kickin' shit straight out the dojo
My money long like the string on an infinite yo-yo
Yo' bitch on Tinder, I know 'cause she matched first (Yuh)
Yo' money shorter than me on my last nerve (Yuh)
Yo' money shorter than Chubbz
Meanwhile, my money long like Pangaea if we was on flat Earth
(Across the globe) That's a damn shame
Y'all just want handouts, y'all Bernie on campaign
Stick filled with lead, point and click 'til there's hand pain (Bah!)
Shit light 'em up, they just wishin' for lampshade (Doot-Doot-Doot!)
Click at they heels, I got bad aim! They gon' go home
Like they Dorothy, my money still long like War and Peace
N***as talk big, but can't even afford a piece
This just my starter flow, y'all cannot Torrent these

[Verse 13: 954mari]
Glock finna rock like the top of the 80s
Meeting the doc', but forgot the appointment
Sick as a scab with no topical ointment
Sink to the bottom, he thought he was buoyant
Could I punch in this shit like a ticket? It's feasible
I need a chick that's submissive and breedable (Ah, haha)
You pennin' your raps, but your shit is unreadable
You rapping for dough, but it's highly un-knead-able
My money longer than whale cocks
Hollow shells really sticky like snail snot
Dude, it's sus' as fuck owning a crib, my n***a
Everyday someone stuffing your mailbox?
My money longer than Japanese sentences
Studio cracked, now they trackin' my crevices
Rappers be wack in a pack of degenerates
Gulag gang, no one actually benefits (Uh-huh)

[Verse 14: True Evil Villain & Ham Sandwich]
My money long as the patience for pussy that simps be exudin' (Sheesh!)
My n***as is ruthless (Whoop!)
Ferrari's and Bentley's and all of 'em roofless (Yes, sir)
No point in competing, money undisputed, huh?
Wait, money so dumb, they just gave me the bank (Yes, sir)
I don't write checks, I just hand 'em the blank (Yes, sir)
You got some bread, but the bag that I'm chasin'
I'm not gonna lie, it's fuckin' insane (Sheesh)
My money cause an economic imbalance
I can't stop makin' money, it really became a habit
I just got a castle and put it inside a palace
How did all this money even happen?
Bank account growin', my money on fee-fi
Foe fumbled the bag, now his credit on decline (Okay)
When countin' my paper, he need him a T-I (Dang)
And I'll never go broke, I've been blessed by the divine, Villain

[Verse 15: PE$O PETE]
Broke ass bitch, better getchu a bus pass (Ah!)
My money longer than Whitebeard mustache (Woo!)
Fuckin' wit' PE$O? You gon' hear the gun blast (Boom! Bah-Bah-Bah!)
Yo' bitch don't love you 'cause you cum fast
Italian leather, you know what I sit in (Bitch!)
I'm on my Shofu, I'm mindin' my bidness (Pussy!)
He say he want beef, he prolly chicken (Ah!)
My money long like a Bible, Christian (Money)
I'm choppin' bricks like my vocal clippin'
If he a bitch, his squad prolly bitches
And if they all bitches, welp, it's finished (It's finished)
My money long like accepting forgiveness (Aye!)
My money long like you're waiting for Christmas (What?!)
And it's January (Damn)
You fuckin' wit' PE$O? I don't let the gun speak (Heheh)
Fuckin' wit' PE$O? I'll spoil One Piece

[Break: PE$O PETE & Ham Sandwich]
Sanji's dead!
Damn, okay

[Verse 16: Ham Sandwich]
My money long like the cypher
Or Slifer the Dragon, the draco, I draw it (Yeah, yes, sir)
Real n***as know money talks and my pockets so loud
Got a Rotom that live in my wallet (Cash, cash)
My money long like this beat, I extended it (Woah)
My money long and it run on like sentences (Hoo!)
Stackin' my lettuces, rollin' with menaces (Yes, sir)
Came out the crevices, rackets like tennises (Yes, sir)
Clear his block out, got it lookin' kinda roomy (Boop, boop)
Stomp 'em out, bloody Forces, Nike try'na sue me (Yeah, yeah)
Now his top redder than Sakurasawa Sumi (Hoo! Hoo!)
Had to run his fade, he was talkin' as if he knew me (Damn, damn)
Fire dog, fire dog, fire dog, doomy (Doomy)
Li'l slime, li'l slime, li'l slime, Goomy (Goomy)
Smashin' Ten-Tails, I was fuckin' with the Juubi (Woo!)
Now they talkin' to the hand, call me "Shinichi Izumi" (Hoo! Ah)

[Verse 17: Aerial Ace]
Life sentence, my money long like
Fast & Furious cumulative show time (Huh? Skrrt!)
Yours more like an anorexic bitch coat size (Whoa)
Bum version Chris Paul, n***a got no dime (What?)
My money longer than the, *Tongue Clicking*, payment on timeshares
Long as that bitch neck from Little Nightmares (Sheesh!)
Buckshots flyin', grant a broke-ass n***a flight fares (Boom)
Chop' beam him on sight, it specialize in eye care
Pew-Pew, right there! Yo' money use high chairs (Ha)
Zero Suit Samus, my blue on a high tier (Woo!)
Kick Flip the pack, money stock, it's a spike there
Sparkin' the whip, told the cop, "It's a night flare"
"Sir?", "Wassup, n***a?"
"Pardon me, what was that?", "Shut up, n***a"
Give ya broke ass the right to get ya funds up, n***a
Try to talk to me again? I get ya done up, nig—

[Verse 18: iamchriscraig. & Ham Sandwich]
My money longer than the One Piece manga
And that shit long as fuck (Damn, uh-huh)
If you think ya money longer, I'mma call ya bluff (Damn)
Want the smoke? I'm bringin' pressure, better cough it up (Woo)
Money longer than the wait time of the new Mikey (Sheesh!)
Longer than the jail sentence of Pooh Shiesty (Sheesh!)
Longer than the time I was puttin' dick in ya new wifey (Sheesh!)
I don't care if you do like me (Sheesh!)
What is the outcome?
My money longer than the time that Kendrick Lamar
Had to drop a new album (That's long)
I'm in the middle of ya ex and you would really think
That my name is Malcolm (That's crazy)
I am the man in my city, uh (Whoop!)
I'm goin' ham in your bitty, uh
Blunt in my hand and it's sticky, uh, yuh (Whoop!)

[Verse 19: Karoshi & Ham Sandwich]
My longer than lead out the pencil (Yes, sir)
He actin' tough, but he softer than tinsel (Damn)
I don't shoot choppas, I blast with a missile (Hoo)
You're not a hero, so let's just be civil (Damn)
My money longer than how far you reachin' (Hoo)
These hoes all on me whenever I'm tweetin' (Woah!)
I fight for fun, I don't need me a reason
I'll lay you to rest, but this ain't no Four Season
My money longer than time they been real
I'm not a therapist, fuck how you feel
I already ate, but this verse was a meal
I will not smoke you, but I will distill
My money longer than Mike Dean been workin' (Damn)
My money longer than Rem has been servin' (Damn)
I'm in the back and you know I'm observin' (Yes, sir)
You in the trap and you bitches be lurkin' (Whoa)

[Verse 20: Louverture]
Marked 'em for death, ain't sparin' bitches no longer
Don't buy what you sellin', all that scammin' is why I kill mongers
Let these bullets crown you like T'Challa, 'cept you won't conquer
Money mad long like a weirdo n***a's TwitLonger
Stats soarin' like a raven? Okay, where your O's then? (Odin)
Hammer hit hard as Thor, shock you just from it's whimper
Money long like the loading screen off Sonic '06
I could end yo' career 'fore the world even renders
Are you a mad scientist? This shit's crazy
Eggman, I'm nice, why these n***as tryna play me?
Caught a n***a deep in the Peaches of his princess
He tried to beef, left him pushin' up Daisies
Yo' money short like the Sephiroth Supernova counter
Ten, nine— nah, n***a, fuck that
Carryin' weight on each song, got a hunchback
You wishing for death? This Timmy Turner chopper bust back, bitch!

[Tag: Team Future & Cheyenne]
One kingdom, under us (Us, us)

[Skit 2: McGwire]
My fellow Americans, I'd like to introduce to you, my favorite, uh, singer of all time
McGwireMusic on Twitter
I really like it when he makes the funny poop jokes
Take it away, bitch!

[Beat Switch 3]

[Pre-Verse 21: McGwire]
Ay, ay, ay (Ay, ay, ay)

[Verse 21: McGwire]
My money long like yo' dick (Ay)
Guess I'm broke (Ha)
I just made off with yo' bitch (Bye!)
Now you alone, ay (Woo)
I do not care who you wit' (No, I don't)
You a dope (Yeah)
Now you see her, then, whiff! (What?)
Now you don't (Ay)
My money long like the time you wait
For my slow ass to finish a verse (A long time)
My money long like the Golden Gate
You bridgin' connections to work (Huh?)
I know that I got some opens, hey
You slide, but can't get in a word, ay (Bitch)
My money long like when porcupines stab you
And- and- and how long it- it hurt (Woah!)

[Verse 22: GameboyJones]
My money longer than Ty Wild droppin' tracks (Yeah)
I got that easy bag, bitch, I be droppin' racks (Yeah)
N***as be sayin' they got it, but don't really got it
They makin' way less than I pay in tax (What? Ooh)
My money's longer than One Piece (True)
That's cap, it's lookin' like Case Closed
Y'all better lay low, I got a Pavelow
Been on a 'streak, watch me stack all these pesos
I love you, bitch (I love you)
I never stopped loving you, bitch (I love you)
I'm talkin' 'bout the money, now the world is lookin' sunny
Every time I go and flick my, wrist (What? Oh)
Ru-Run up on me? Well then, we can get active
You better go-go when I pull out the gadget (Pew-pew!)
Got 'em all chokin' when grabbin' the biscuit
I'm shootin' diagonal like I was a bishop (Yuh)

[Verse 23: isthatfr0st]
My money long like Lord of the Rings
Uh, extended cut
Bitch, you ain't got cash, you just pretend a bunch
My money stack up, I ain't expended much, uh
My money long like autonomous sensory meridian response
Nah, fuck that shit, that's way too unorthodox
But I'm fly and fire like Endeavor and Hawks
Accounts high and higher, I'm the one with the stocks
And you can get boxed up, you can get mopped up
You 5’8″ on ya' money, still need to get propped up
All this paper on me never get a girl knocked up
Still gotta rap more?
Uh…my money long like
My dick in my pants!
And yo' money short like she don't use two hands!
You cannot fuck with my bands!

[Verse 24: Politicess, Breeton Boi & Ham Sandwich]
Uh, money been massive (Yeah)
Fuckin' money longer than the lifespan of a mattress (What?)
Money, it be madness! For money, I be spastic (What?)
Money can battle 2-K 'cause money, it be magic (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
How they, fuck wit' me? Full knowin', finna dome 'em twice (Yeah-yeah)
Chick actin' Baby 5, choose the metal side (Grrah!)
If she pull up to the crib, dress ya chick, fit Chiaki
Then I be up in ya bae like Oda wife
My money like? Hmm…
My money longer than hentai on Breeton Boi watchlist (Damn)
My money longer than Ty Wild thot list (Huh?)
My money longer than hentai artists that Shwabadi has got with
My money, my money (No-No-No-No, that bar was)
What is your money like? (That bar was not right)
My money longer than time that it takes
To go to school, graduate, and get a doctorate (Shout-out fr0st)

[Verse 25: Ty Wild]
My money long like Togashi hiatuses
Greed like the island, I'm not one to play wit'
Money Pinocchio, lyin' like yo' bae is
She been bumpin' "On Me" like I'm on her playlist
9 finna clock 'em like startin' a day shift
Fuck 12, I ain't takin' no lunch break (Bet)
.45 and a 9 like I left work early
Really shootin', stop claimin' this pump fake (Bitch)
Fucked a bitch, she a ten, tellin' friends
T' wrecks when he bone, no paleontologist (For real)
She want a full ride, I could pay her whole scholarship
Money bags 'bout as deep as Davy Jones' Locker is (Racks)
Drip'll turn a sneaker to a slipper, no moccasins
Harry Potter, stick finna lift 'em like Leviosa (Yah)
Yo' money short like the distance between this blicky and ya brain
And bet it been gettin' closer, bitch (I'm gone)

[Verse 26: Joradonic & Ham Sandwich]
My money long like I'm waitin' on Patrick
Hands steady shockin', so they call me "Static" (Whoop!)
My money long like a life or death shit (Damn)
You walk out the house, I know you a bitch (You a bitch)
This .40 too quick, it's up on ya lip
Now watch it go "Bang" like it carry a stench (Ew)
My money long like the list on this track
It's forty-five n***as who rappin' right back (That's too—, no, it's like thirty)
That choppa' go sing like it's stuck in the play
His body get lifted like he on the sleigh
When it come to that money, I'm needin' my pay
My money got longer, they liftin' my raise (Yes, sir)
I'm stackin' my dough, it's fuck how you feel
How n***as they yellow, but loud like a drill? (Yes, sir)
It do not matter 'cause they will not see
That my money longer like Sesame Street (Whoop!)

[Verse 27: Drip$tick & Ham Sandwich]
My money long like the tail of a comet
You pay me a fee and you'll see in my wallet
My money sick, my money vomit (Whoop!)
Instrumental, I'mma free him for profit (Damn)
That boy a bitch tryna dogfight
His money shorter than all of his watchtime
Takin' his guap and his thot and the spotlight
Might give her back if she givin' me plot line (Sheesh!)
Huh? What?
Metal in hand, if you cross me, then God strike
Mega Man, I'll turn his block to a bombsite
Limousine, get him took out like a prom' night (Hoo)
What? Okay (Hoo)
Johnathan Porter, my money got Blueface
Stool for a noose or a tie of a shoelace
Only time you steppin' up to the LOOP gang, bitch! (Hoo!)

[Verse 28: Cole, SBB, & Ham Sandwich (Pitched)]
My money long like the wait for The Debut (Yes, sir)
Bullets like G-T-A, he finna take two (Uh-huh)
Mess with the homies? Nobody gon' save you (Damn)
Bag 'bout as long as Persona 5 playthroughs (Yuh, yuh, it's long)
My money long like completing Persona (Yuh)
Yo' money short and it lookin' like Yoda (Yuh)
My money long, so it look like a boa (Yuh)
Yo' money short, it look like Protozoa (Yuh)
I spent a long time winning, Giannis Antetokounmpo (Giannis Antetokounmpo)
I put a scar to his face like Zuko (Zuko)
His music on? He gets skipped like it's Uno (Uno)
Groundhog Day, we stay in the loop, bro' (Loop, bro')
My money growing, that shit be on Dynamax (Aye!)
I got too much, so I use it as biomass (Huh?)
Sayin' yo' money is long, why you lyin', man? (Damn)
Got enough money, but I still ain't buyin' that (Skrrt)

[Pre-Verse 29: Mir Blackwell]
Things have changed, but one thing for certain
I will always have long money
Look

[Verse 29: Mir Blackwell & Camille]
My money long like my last bitch (Doom!)
Six feet tall, put my balls in her basket (Ah!)
See, I'm a starter, she sit on my face like bench
And I don't gotta ask 'bout her assets (Okay, okay)
My money long like the time that them n***as done hated me
(Wait, wait) And them n***as still hatin' me
Only difference is the pap' not a shade of green
It's only blue when these n***as come pay the fee (Blue in my hands)
He want a verse, I said, "How 'bout a bean?"
Wild out and I bring the squad out, capeesh? (Whoop!)
Pop out and ask homie, "How loud the weed?" (Yah)
Money long like the wait for a Ty Wild release
My money long like Porunga, I'd like to think
And the weed that I'm smokin' is twice his strength
If that bitch say she want it, I cop the thing (Uh-huh)
Came with dracos and bands on my Kaiba thing

[Outro: Camille]
Okay, *Coughing*
Doom! Doom! Doom!
Ahhhhh!
I don't know if you wanted that in there, but, um
Yeah, hopefully, that's good, heh