[Chorus]
If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me
If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me
I got needs, I keep things clean
The things I seen, I prolly need to pop a couple Ritalin

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I could pop some Ritalin
Wait a couple hours, you could tell me how you feeling then
Lay a sport coat out for you like a gentleman
Flying overseas feeling like I'm Andrew Zimmern, yeah
Uh, I went out for some dinner then
Seen a bum was selling out his soul all for some chicken and
He looked up, I saw into the eyes of a sinner, damn
Shit was awky like I channeled David Schwimmer, man
And ya light been lookin' dimmer, man
Running out of gas, I been going through the ringer, fam
Grew up in the 'burbs, now cuzzo's a right-winger, damn
Controversial guy, tryna figure who you hittin', man?
You can't hit me, bitch
I hit my shit, then turn around and hit that trick
She popped her fist, she pissed off 'cause she just missed
I got the gist, she said she wanna slit my wrist
In my defense, I told her I would split her shit
Her britch too big
That's when she tried to hit my lip
But slipped in shit
I left her with her head in the fence, dawg
Chronicles of a pimp, you dig?
[Chorus]
If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me
If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me
I got dreams, behind those scenes
If you examined me, you'll probably end up
Finding where the villain is

[Verse 2]
I never really asked if you was into this
Thousand-yard-stare as I kept maintaining my innocence
I could bring tidings as gladdening as St. Nicholas
Or I could be as Krampus, and a tad bit more villainous
I'm only in it for the C.R.E.A.M
If you could see what I see, then you would know what I mean
Blood spilled for cash, blood money on the countertop
Only take uppers 'cause I was used to being down a lot
Rolling up, igniting, inhaling up in the mountain lodge
Then blowing out like Dr. Mann forgot to seal the outer lock, shit
That's a space bar, too highbrow for ya
Tap the spacebar and pause it, how do I sound for ya?
I got the product and the market
And I'ma deliver long as I get my deposit
I been stacking bread like slabs of stone they had at Babel
Got the golden ticket, I'll redeem it at the raffle
I check my calendar, it's my day
Daily winnings for the kid, from Saturday to Friday
Only took defeats until I started living my way
Now it's fetta sprinkles raining down on my plate, bitch
[Chorus]
What you heard, what you heard?
Listen, uh
If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me
If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me
I'm up brackets above your head
As long as the family fed
Ain't really worried 'bout nothing, preach