[Intro]
(SOUL!)
Yeah, ayy (Assassins)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Phone ringin', that's the money callin'
I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day
Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma
I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day
Yeah
Phone ringin', that's the money callin'
I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day
Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma
I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day (Bow-bow-bow, bow, bow-bow-bow)

[Bridge]
I put some money on ya head
Money on ya head
I put some money on ya head
Money on ya head
I put some money on ya head, son
Money on ya head
I put some money on ya head
Money on ya head (Ah)
[Verse 1]
Put a bounty on you (Bow-bow-bow!)
Have my hounds run down on you (Word? Yeah)
Did the cow, lift 'em likе a child (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing!)
We live foul
Hollows ricochet thеn hit the crowd (Ah)
Kick in your door, make everybody hit the ground (Get on the fuckin' floor!)
Nobody make a sound (Shh)
If you didn't hit 'em the first time, spin around (Skrrt!)
Married to the money, I make my thous (Swoop!)
Paper pal, clap 'em, PayPal
Bank account, call me Scameron Giles (Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding)
Throw you out the window like, Ron Browz (Ah!)
Hitters on dial
Pull a 4 pound, fiend hit us, they gon' fall out
All-out war (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
One-hunnid-thou', two-hunnid-thou', three-hunnid-thou', fold (Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-ching)
Spray the whole car like Style Wars (Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bing)
Bullets down pour
Keep dime bitches in rotation, you know my style, Lord (Ay!)
Uh

[Chorus]
Phone ringin', that's the money callin'
I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day
Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma
I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day
Yeah
Phone ringin', that's the money callin'
I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day
Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma
I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day (Assassins)
Ah (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Keep a Glock, of course, no doubt (On me, man!)
Plenty of ammo, I could never run out (Never!)
Wait until you re-up then run in your house (Word?)
Make the wrong move and blood'll be pourin' out (Aha)
Keep a Glock, of course, no doubt (Bow-bow-bow)
Plenty of ammo, I could never run out (Swear?)
Wait until you re-up then run in your house (Man)
Make the wrong move and blood'll be pourin' out

[Outro]
I put some money on ya head
Money on ya head (Yeah)
I put some money on ya head
Money on ya head
I put some money on ya head, son
Money on ya head
I put some money on ya head
Money on ya head
Motherfuckin' Soul Assassins, homeboy
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[Willem de Kooning]
I'm certainly one of the masters of the New York Avant-garde