Lyrics:

Mad Rapper:
Yo, yo, yo, yo son, what the fuck is all
Yo, where you get all that money from?
Say, yo, yo
Where the fuck you get that money from, son?

Mad Producer:
Royalty checks son, that Mase album
I told you shouldn't fuck wit' me on that shit, son
For real, that shit paid off
Nigga did his thing for a million

Mad Rapper:
Fuck all that so you fuck
Then you'll be shootin' me out of cannons and shit
Like that nigga (Nah, nah, nah)
Fuck all that man, I got enough Rugrats man (I know)
Millions are dancin' to the video wit' Rugrats and shit
I got eight kids nigga (I, I know)
Before I leave they be dancin' to the video (That's my nephew)
Wit' your kids, nigga

Mad Producer:
I'm just sayin' so, so you ain't gotta ask me for my shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
I got my own bils too nigga, the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
You knowumsayin'
But you be how could you people get yours, nigga
Is what I'm sayin'