[Intro: The Musalini, Magic Johnson & Producer Drop]
Mus, uh (Fallaway jumper... good!)
Soul (What did I tell you?)
You know what it is, man (So, then, I came down... hee heee!)
Cookin Soul

[Verse 1: The Musalini]
Uh
Fishbowl, no tints, blonde bitch, big tits
On the couch like Prince, clockin' in daily
Yeah, a hoe gotta pay me; ain’t no time for regrets
Still spillin' Moet (Money)
Life precious; if you slow, then you left
I done turned to a vet, sold a Jag for a Vette
Coat to the floor; I'm a mack in the trench
Condo, no rent; yeah, the don won’t rest
Wrote rhymes for a check, I don't need the connect
All I need is a booth and a reason to flex (Word)
Her knees and the neck; put the Ps on the jet
We just chillin', that's 10K in my sweats (Yeah)

[Chorus: The Musalini]
Bigger than you thought, from New York to Brazil
Make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
'92 Olympics, baby girl, it's big pimpin'
Baby girl, we still winnin'
Bigger than you thought, from New York to Brazil
Make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
’92 Olympics, baby girl, it’s big pimpin'
Baby girl, we still winnin’
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Uh, uh
Run up the paper like Xerox, it's nonstop
The management of the clock is the most important stock (Uh-huh)
It gotta count; never write a check that's finna bounce
Survived some droughts and came out more improved, without a doubt
I'm on a echelon that can’t be fucked with
I power up like Dragon Ball, I'm so destructive
If it ain't 'bout the money, then I'll be reluctant
Jewelry thick like a cable, eighteen-wheeler truck shit
Wastin' my time? I just conclude you on some fuck shit
Mister MC with the hammer, you can't touch this
Split the winnings several ways with my team
Each one teach one, that's the meaning of the means
Cannonball, I'm a rapid-fire machine
And so my style represents cultivation of cream (Gettin' money)
Extreme, like Jordan takin' your dreams
Fire in my eyes, I smoke the mic like a fiend

[Chorus]
Bigger than you thought, from New York to Brazil
Make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
'92 Olympics, baby girl, it's big pimpin'
Baby girl, we still winnin'
Bigger than you thought, from New York to Brazil
Make a mil in my sleep, still on a winning streak
'92 Olympics, baby girl, it's big pimpin'
Baby girl, we still winnin'