[Intro: Jay Briscoe, Vinnie Paz & Havoc (DJ Scratches)]
Terry Funk ain't wear no damn mouthpiece
Bruiser Brody ain't wear no mouthpiece
Yeah
Come on, man, PPP
Pack-Pistol-Pazzy and all that (Oh, yeah)
Stupor written out
Stu, what up, papa? Come on, I'ma dance (Too much dollars to fold)
Look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, everything I author is pain
That's a leg shot, Pete Nice, walk with a cane (Prime minister)
I will put this GemStar into a foreigner frame
I'm the Dalai Lama, I'm the maharaja of pain (I'm the maharaja)
You an onion head, awkward and frail (Pussy)
I never do somethin' if I'm not affordin' the bail (I ain't stupid)
If it's not real, then we take it off of the scale (Off of the scale)
That was real, pa, and every so often a cal (Every so often)
We was buildin', we was chillin' (Yeah)
Musa ain't come around a lot 'cause he was drillin' (He was)
Make Salah, feed the children (Hamdulillah)
Make a piece of art, put his body on the building (Grrrt)
Palms sweaty, I ain't able to breathe (Nah)
Take it or leave, part of the rotational speed (Yeah)
This ain't a hobby, homie, this an insatiable need
I don't pay you for the sex, ma, I pay you to leave, yeah
[Chorus: Havoc (DJ Scratches)]
Too much dollars to fold
Knock, knock, answer that, I'm clappin' through the peephole
Too much dollars to fold
Too much dollars to fold
We got too much dollars to fold

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I ain't the type to get caught sleepin' (Never)
You the type to carry a blick and get caught reachin' (Stupid)
Bora Bora with shorties that's Polynesian
Baruch Spinoza there, but the circle is Cartesian (What he say?)
You could be frozen out or you get frozen in
How you cuz? Nobody loc you in (Nah)
No companions in a vast cave (Hamdulillah)
Black mask for a mass grave (Ah)
Be careful when you feedin' a bull
They're easily flattered or easily fooled (Fooled)
Infrared beam on the tool
This lil' motherfucker lucky that I'm keepin' it cool (He is)
Frank Costello, Vinny Gigante (Vinny, the checker)
I had a talk with Johnny and Trafficante (Handsome Jack)
Homie, what you gon' do to me? (Nothin')
It's nothin' but space and opportunity (Ah)

[Chorus: Havoc (DJ Scratches)]
Too much dollars to fold
Knock, knock, answer that, I'm clappin' through the peephole
Too much dollars to fold
Too much dollars to fold
We got too much dollars to fold
[Outro: Havoc (DJ Scratches)]
Too much dollars to fold