Lyrics:

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]Ya got nerve, little niggaSee me when I pull up tot he curb, little niggaMy money absurd, little niggaWhile I count it all, please do not disturb, little niggaHey, these niggas got it mixed upWatch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuffLook, you niggas better get your chips upYou already know my style nigga, King TutMy money pound nigga, King TutYou could see it in my smile nigga, King TutMy jewelry look wild nigga, King TutWho else be ridin'' through the town in a Brinks truck[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]Yo, yo, see the way I take over Casinos like De Niro saidReachin'' money short, watch how it fold up like a Hero breadNigga thought he was a Super-friend, now that hero deadTry to cross this shit, we represent, but that''s a zero dreadAll of this money I be countin''And my cup runneth over like a fuckin'' water fountainAny nigga trynna front, I''mma show them shit they uglyThrowin'' bread until they jealous of your money, lookin'' funnyHold up!And body shit, that''s what a monster doSee me throwin'' this money and bitches like a sponsor doPut the gloves on and beat up a nigga like I''m CostasueAnd fuck the talkin'', just bring me my money like a prostitute[Hook]Ya got nerve, little niggaSee me when I pull up tot he curb, little niggaMy money absurd, little niggaWhile I count it all, please do not disturb, little niggaHey, these niggas got it mixed upWatch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuffLook, you niggas better get your chips upYou already know my style nigga, King TutMy money pound nigga, King TutYou could see it in my smile nigga, King TutMy jewelry look wild nigga, King TutWho else be ridin'' through the town in a Brinks truck[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain]Okay, I''m ridin'' through your city, blowin'' diddies of that ickyGot your wifey in the passenger, I''m ridin'', now she lick meI get money like my Cuban and know my bank is heavyAnd I grip the 31 like Jason Terry when I''m shootinATM in my jeans, big sittin'' on my left thighBurn a mansion down and watch it coverin'' my left eyeGirl on deck, I just whipped another lickNow my top look like black Friday, twelve AM in front of Best BuyHaha, sour got me all sedatedNiggas lookin'' at me angry, what''s with all the smiley faces?My deniro like Shapiro, I see Johnny Cocran wagesI''m no lawyer, but they only bring those bottles by the cases[Hook]Ya got nerve, little niggaSee me when I pull up tot he curb, little niggaMy money absurd, little niggaWhile I count it all, please do not disturb, little niggaHey, these niggas got it mixed upWatch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuffLook, you niggas better get your chips upYou already know my style nigga, King TutMy money pound nigga, King TutYou could see it in my smile nigga, King TutMy jewelry look wild nigga, King TutWho else be ridin'' through the town in a Brinks truck[Verse 3: J-Doe]Okay now stupid ass stacks in my pocketTest me, best be faster than a rocketI ain''t got no time if it ain''t about a profitI''m sending my deposit, I will have your city rockin''I get the hottest beats, niggas wish that they could rhyme on itI got the hottest watch, ain''t even set the time on itThe way I''m killin'' niggas it look like a crime, don''t it?I got the light, with a little bit of lime on itOkay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocketWhip clean, jet ski attached to the ChargerBitches want attention and I tell ''em try harderGot ''em doin'' shit I know that''s gon'' be disgracin'' they fatherOkay leggo[Hook]Ya got nerve, little niggaSee me when I pull up tot he curb, little niggaMy money absurd, little niggaWhile I count it all, please do not disturb, little niggaHey, these niggas got it mixed upWatch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuffLook, you niggas better get your chips upYou already know my style nigga, King TutMy money pound nigga, King TutYou could see it in my smile nigga, King TutMy jewelry look wild nigga, King TutWho else be ridin'' through the town in a Brinks truck