Run to the money
My Ankles is hurting
I'm stuntin' I chase out the money
I'm feeling like Krillin bitch i didn't do nothing
I need me a million or it won't mean nothing
I keep a eye just call me Tien
Piccolo pistol the special beam
I finna bot up just like Gohan Teen
But there's over a thousand the fuck you mean
I'm feeling like Piccolo
Diamond so spiritual
Pull up to Namek and pull me a stripper hoe
Got enough bullets for each individual
She on her knees and she kiss like a mistletoe
Don't need to get critical, literal, lyrical, no
I pour four in her cereal so
Came from the bottom like apple juice
Actually that ain't your bitch cause we sharing that hoe yeah