INTRO
Is he is he wild? Yes he yes he is
Is he is he wild? Yes he yes he is
Is he is he wild? Yes he yes he is
Over here
Let me tell it for a minute
Back at you now
Yo
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Are these the hardest shoes to fill y'all
Take it in as far as money's concerned I'mma break it in
Your golden glove too stiff player? Break it in
Never heard of surplus, the way we touch
Was like two, two gets this busy this much
Severed all my ties and burnt all my bridges
With the art of being broke, leaving y'all folks suspicious
Like who's that? Cool cat move back
Y'all focus on one's, I'll let twos stack
I'mma prove that, the funk run in my vains
And finance run in my brain, so they one in the same
My definition is success, keep 'em running from my reign
Acid, it's classic, stresses of the game
Moving past it, save it for drastic measures
Turn the common paper chaser seeking plastic pleasures
Smart card, my heart bogs to define pressure
The lowest I go is 50/50 split no lesser
Ride with me man, while we conquor this Earth
Squeezing pennies out this thing called rap for what it's worth
I'mma still get by
CHORUS (R&B singer)
The worst will bet ya, is this money or love
Wild bout will get ya, is this money or love
Yo, I'll keep my change over there, see it?
Never touch it, besides my maffy(?) he play the crutches
Ever since I got the know how, sugar
No change for ya, I'll throw this brain to ya
before I feel some shame for ya
And breakdown 'fess up, feel some pain for ya
A mile in my shoes will prove this ain't strange to ya
I see my world through the eyes of envious
First question, can he bust? Fo' sure I can
Bet my {motherfuckin} last penny know I can
Y'all {niggaz} know it the way y'all hold mic stands
Still do it for the love, my {niggaz} stay above
Sea level, feeling the (Difford/Tilbrook)
Time is a corridor that winds through my life
Out of each door comes a day
And when that door closes and I've said good night
Another door opens again
Down in the corridor there will be a time
When I shall run out of doors
I'll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds
In another room I'm still not too sure
That there's no room for me down here
I shall be sorry
It will be clear
And I'll regret not seeing her more
In today's room love's at the door
I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn
Her face is there I can see
I'll always regret it but I'll never learn
Time is so precious to me
Out in the corridor she sits in a chair
Here I am pacing the floor
I've not got the courage, my hand combs my hair
In today's room I'm still not too sure
That there's no room for me down here
Will I be sorry
Well that won't be clear
And I'll regret not seeing her more
In today's room love's at the door
In today's room, strawberry jam
No hope of blue skies holiday plans
In today's room, trips to the shops
She's on the doorstep carrying a box