Presto

I want my money presto

It's been mine from the get-go

So I'ma take it back like a repo

Now watch her throw it back like a Flintstone

If you get my lingo, I'm down with the bizzo

Pesos, it was mine from the get-go

So I'ma take it back like a repo

Nah, let me throw a stack for the reload

If you get my lingo, I'm down with the bizzo

Yeah, pull up like Jehovah and witness the baddest in the business

Got 'em running like they working on their fitness

They send a diss, but that shit was a miss, huh?

NME still at top of the hit list

We still winning while they steal lyrics, yeah

My pockets fat, Joe, I lean wit' it

Brah, heavy money, burning a hole in it

Nah, in a competition, they're recycling the same writtens

So let me step up in the booth

Tommy OT, I do the mixing and produce

Yeah, I got nothing to prove, got nothing to lose

They fiending for the clout, do anything for some views

Open a new account, money in large amounts

On the road to riches, and we started down south

Turn a two into four, every day in the wood

Double up is a must, Randy, tell 'em what's good

Yeah, I'm a hustler with a vision

Cashed up, I changed with the business

Hate, then they pay me attention

Claiming we the same, nah, brother, this is different

Now when I aim, I bang with precision

Tell them boys, "It's game over, hands up, this a stand over"

When it's time to ride for the team, no chauffeur

Grill 'em like some cheese, no toaster, witness NME take over

Now you witnessing the cream of the crop

I stack green like some peas in a pod

I put the G into gwap

I rip G's and leave 'em in shock

'Cause if they came for the spot, It's NME at their chops, huh?

I'm Master P, I've got no limits

Don't talk money if you lacking with the digits

Running up numbers, you know we back it with the figures

They get it twisted, I still roll deep, no Limp Bizkit

I want my mone presto

It's been mine from the get-go

So I'ma take it back like a repo

Now watch her throw it back like a Flintstone

If you get my lingo, I'm down with the bizzo

Pesos, it was mine from the get-go

So I'ma take it back like a repo

Nah, let me throw a stack for the reload

If you get my lingo, I'm down with the bizzo

Lay low here to collect, give me my pesos

NME in the game, we never left, ho

You line 'em up and we throw 'em out

They know we been the kings of the south

So what they talking bout?

Dollar signs, I been stacking it

Heard some boys been yip yap, pussio, put a cap on it

I don't do no shenanigans

Pull up four-nine's, smack it to their knees, no Kaepernick

All my G's stay wit' it, but I see many men out tryna play victim

But keep talking when the feds come creeping

Put you to sleep until you hear the birds singing

I'm not kidding, real talk

Snap his leg, I'm not kidding, call him Paul George

And if you're really rapping hard, come get this

Murdoch-Masila, the way I run over this prick

I was making money before the music and hits

They were nobodies before they were shooting vids

Yeah, they're lying in their clips, lyrics become repetitive

Saying that they're gang, but they stutter, they got impediments

My side different, we breed soldiers

That side switching, my team colder

How can they lie, keep telling fibs on they track?

They just live here, but we put us on the map, no cap

Fake love in my ear got me pissed off

Fake cunts should get jumped if they criss cross

Ain't no way my whole team getting snitched on

Rose for the gold, time to hustle like I'm Rick Ross

See, I'm focused on the dealies

Tryna sell K's, brah, fuck a stick or a fiddie

If I pull up with a stick, in his cheek like he's 50

Double woods on the hands, Balvenie Whiskey (That's crazy)

I want my money presto

It's been mine from the get-go

So I'ma take it back like a repo

Now watch her throw it back like a Flintstone

If you get my lingo, I'm down with the bizzo

Pesos, it was mine from the get-go

So I'ma take it back like a repo

Nah, let me throw a stack for the reload

If you get my lingo, I'm down with the bizzo