Yeah, y'all don't think y'all hey, yeah, I have D-R.
It's about to happen.
Get good.
What?
What?
Agito.
Rap the Apostate.
Camonic, nigga.
Yo, ice a scream, I'm running money tax free,
till they snatch me.
In the P doing the buck, they can't catch me.
Rap keeper lower, watch the cat's a big guy like Grover.
Trust a hater is far as I could throw yourасс player
live for controversy.
A lot of cats tried to earth me.
Y'all always too thirsty.
We the diamonds, all you other players is cold.
We the reapers of the rap game, snatchin' your soul
Rev and Chink go together like night gears and souls
Like platinum and gold, like we clappin', you foe
Nigga, hold up, shorties want it real, wants to stroll up
Babyface, we still grown up, I got it sewn up
Once y'all see the cars pull up, cigars rolled up
And it's time we throw up, stop playin' and grow up
It's our world, your girl is now our girl
Without a question, I love the dough, that's my life confession
We need the dough, dollar bills, y'all, Chris D'Alemo
Let it flow up, fly with some clothes
All we need, all we need, all we need the dough
Dollar bills, y'all, Chris D'Alemo
Let it flow up, fly with some clothes
All we need, all we need, all we need the dough
Time to shine like boulevards, everyday life
Prove the love from above, hover over us
Keepin' foes night, close enough to touch
All praise is due to the beloved
But disapproved by state moves
Now ways to make it come breakthroughs
My brain plate elaborates on ways to inflate lewd
Plus incorporate crew, make moves for longevity and prestige
While others thirst for quick ways to feed on life roots
I perceive the need to achieve dreams, most niggas schemes
A Carmen Sandiego hunt for the cream
Diamond fan be pinpointed, chicken murks keep poppin' jointed
Do my best so no one is disappointed
As I manifest my soul quest to get blessed
All I wanna hear is yes
To get the lines down to S and power moves
No room to second guess
Cause you're only *
When you invest
We need the dough
Dollar bills y'all
Cristal and mold
Let it flow up
Fly with some clothes
All we need, all we need, all we need the dough
We need the dough
Dollar bills y'all
Cristal and mold
Let it flow up
Fly with some clothes
All we need, all we need, all we need the dough
I try to tell myself it's just paper
But I got the vapors out to stack chips and black whips
To keep my money flowin'
So the hoes can keep hoin'
And the dope can keep flowin'
And the rock can keep rollin'
And the bread can keep foldin'
Only taught the hoes that swollen
Like Eddie Murphy perhaps a chosen
But player haters, members, and my staff be hokin'
Diamonds gon' shine, hell yeah
I'm glad y'all noticed
Y'all don't want no parts of me
Chink, take it over
Chinky the soldier
Told you diamonds takin' over
Y'all can play hard rides
But we bold as money folders
With the world on my shoulders
I struggle to get mine
Cause this climb ain't time to have me shine
If not, I'ma die tryin'
Relyin' on myself to make it happen
While foes yappin'
Assistin' me



Boastin' it's better
Long as it's the winning team
I don't kill's captain
I'ma be stackin' and Mackin' and Ackin', boy
We need the dough
Dollar bills, y'all
Chris Bell and Mo'
Let it flow up
Flight with some clothes
All we need
All we need
All we need
We need the dough
Dollar bills, y'all
Chris Bell and Mo'
Let it flow up
Flight with some clothes
All we need
All we need
All we need

Thank you.
Thank you.
No, no, I can't do that right now
because I'm going to kill your motherfucking ass
if you keep playing, man.
Get the * out of here with that *!
You've been calling me, man.
Get the * out of here.
Hey, what the *?
You keep * with me?
Bitch, I'll put something in you, man.
Don't play with me, man.
You're going to get my brother on you, motherfucker.
Your brother?
Yeah, I'm going to get my brother.
You get the * out of here, motherfucker!
You dumb hoe, your brother.
Hey, you, you, man.
All I motherfucking know
is you better get back over here
and talk to me about something, man.
You're serious, man.
You, this gun going to go off
in a motherfucking minute.