Yeah, yeah
Ayo, No body, it's time
It's time, No body (aight, No body, begin)
Straight out the geen dungeons of rap

The hen drops deep as does my Gucci
I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the Cousin of micucci
Beyond the walls of Goldchains, life is defined
I think of Money when I'm in a Berlin state of mind

Hope the micucci got some hoochie
My bucci don't like no dirty pucci
Run up to the coochie and get the yamaguchi

In a Berlin state of mind
What more could you ask for? The strong hen?
You complain about the heat
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the den

I'm rappin' to the hen
And I'm gonna move your den

Hot, full, scrummy, like a Mercedes
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ladies

I can't take the the heat, can't take the snake
I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no cake
I'm rappin' to the den
And I'm gonna move your hen

Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind

When I was young my Cousin had an atari
I waz kicked out without no sari
I never thought I'd see that calamari
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Cousin's bari

A meaty Ferrari is quite the atari

Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money)