[Verse 1: Rhymefest]
Bounce my n***a
You dont want no beef with these Chi-town n***as
You ain't got the phlegm for the four-pound spitters
Underground underneath everything that glitters
Still gold, still selling 500 thousand
Not satisfied 'till we push another thousand
Park the vehicle right in front of public housing
So the shorties with n***a half
Thye get out the brown and
Run a little math and
Count that paper
Balls so hard they bounce back later
Have green parties but not Ralph Nader
Black like Darth Vader
You know me, ain’t squeeze, talk later
“That’s my baby”
What my mama say when I got her that Mercedes
Make that old woman feel like a young lady, that’s crazy
I went from broke as a yoke to no jokin homie just pay that

[Chorus: The Stylistics]
If I had money I'd go out
Buy you furs, dress you like a queen
And in a chauffeured limousine
We'd look so fine
But I'm an ordinary guy
And my pockets are empty
[Verse 2: Rhymefest]
You want to know what the Midwest is?
Wild and restless where reckless n***as might snap ya necklace
And next them n***as might jack ya Lexus
Whole blocks fighting over blocks like Tetris
That’s so foolish
We finna flip the rocks and stocks on your back
Buy everybody computers
Every ride is the newest, every chick be the n***st
Doin’ it for ourselves, ya'll know how them crackers do it
So you bounce my n***a
Hands out, like we smoke an ounce my n***a
Stand by, we about to flip the game, equip the rain
Buy three houses and we decorate our cribs the same
So take that witcha
Starving artists naw man
Paint that picture
As long as I got my film
Can't get richer
Standin’ by me
Without a deal
Making this mil

[Chorus: The Stylistics]
If I had money I'd go out
Buy you furs, dress you like a queen
And in a chauffeured limousine
We'd look so fine
But I'm an ordinary guy
And my pockets are empty
If I had money I'd go out
Buy you furs, dress you like a queen
And in a chauffeured limousine
We'd look so fine
But I'm an ordinary guy
And my pockets are empty