[Loop]
Knock knock hotty at the door. Tittys glorious peaking threw the windows looking at yiu. Boom open door now we follow get down. Mother fukker dont be looking maybe you be living maybe not cash grippin your slippin strap hittin scream pop to noisy sound over now. You see, thanks for the money money homie.
[Vers]
Gangster gruffle getting gritty down with it G pimp living big guns burnin off. Big benz bending reality for somebody doing things don't endup the body moody mother fukker coming out the muddy watter.
[Loop]
Knock knock hotty at the door. Tittys glorious peaking threw the windows looking at yiu. Boom open door now we follow get down. Mother fukker dont be looking maybe you be living maybe not cash grippin your slippin strap hittin scream pop to noisy sound over now. You see, thanks for the money money homie.
[Vers]
what you think about when its getting taken from you. Freebies for somebody but not you. Come up on a bitty boy wannabe cant see reality its something your not ready for. Drop on the floor dont look at me blindfolding somebody motha fukka tryin me gonna see big boom boom bloody moments we told you.
[Loop]
Knock knock hotty at the door. Tittys glorious peaking threw the windows looking at yiu. Boom open door now we follow get down. Mother fukker dont be looking maybe you be living maybe not cash grippin your slippin strap hittin scream pop to noisy sound over now. You see, thanks for the money money homie.
[Vers]
Modern art on the wall. Fukk it all. Sawed off brains on tha wall now cant think of more to say can ya. Nope brains better in ya head. Rather be getting head good days better bodly fluids flow that way but not today now your dead.
[Loop]
Knock knock hotty at the door. Tittys glorious peaking threw the windows looking at yiu. Boom open door now we follow get down. Mother fukker dont be looking maybe you be living maybe not cash grippin your slippin strap hittin scream pop to noisy sound over now. You see, thanks for the money money homie.
[Vers]
Dropped over some cheese bad mouse gettin it from the guts gutter hustle muscle got you. Stay down living to tomorrow maybe. 6 fly we c. Dig me yo. Fukk 50.
[Loop]
Knock knock hotty at the door. Tittys glorious peaking threw the windows looking at yiu. Boom open door now we follow get down. Mother fukker dont be looking maybe you be living maybe not cash grippin your slippin strap hittin scream pop to noisy sound over now. You see, thanks for the money money homie.
[Vers]
MAC Cracker. 
