A.t.m. (About That Money)

Verse 1:Mayhem:Yooooo, the kid with the accent's backTrust May, I must say he's a handsome chapThat went from selling grams to rapNow I put up to the club, big wheels, chromy things attachedAnd I drink 'til the Henny goneName ring like the celly onCuz the waist linked to the semi armThe way miss move her thong when she twerkin' is bizerkinShe gettin' drawn like a curtainShe like cor blimey, Mayhem your grimeyCuz even when I'm up in the sheets the .4's by meDiamonds up the piece it's all shinyStill without a backstage pass the whores find meAnd they know who the man beIce grill on the watch, the chain looking angryDrop the coupe, I'm hardly mackinNow La Kid knock more boots than Charlie ChaplinHookS.A.S.:This is for all of my G's (all of my G's)All about money, they ballin' with cheese (ballin' with cheese)Where ever we go we rolling them treesAnd rip shows, get dough, get low, then we breeze(Repeat)Verse 2Mega:Yooooo, they love how I'm speakingThis bangs in the club like Bloods when they beefingIt's the drugs that I'm chiefing, bub's got me wheezingI keep it gritty from Finchley to thugs up in NeasdenWrist glist, great charm, big whip, Range longSee me on the strip wit' them Slick Rick chains onYooooo, oi u got the name wrongWhen I spit it distinguished and English in the same songThis is the remedy, all the chickens befriending meMega diss her while bredders lick her like HennesyShe up for going down like a see-sawWe da men dem dat the gal dem fiend forTint my ride, put rims on sideAnd I won't need Xzibit and them to pimp my rideSee the Dips poppin' them snubs, they walkin' with heatersWhen lickin' shots in the club and I ain't talking tequila, miraHookVerse 3S.A.S.:Mayhem:Ball in the Lex, ah man they all wanna sexWhat you thought we was posh like Victoria Becks (No)I smut chicks cuz at this pimp gameMay La Kid is undisputed like Snipes and Ving RhamesThe lead spark it, give you a head targetWalk up in the club, they roll out the red carpetLike goddammit it's dem, bandanas and gemsMega, Killa, Santana and Jim, oh and meMega:I came in the exit, my name, yeah you guessed itI ain't playin', I'm saying my names on the guest listI got models and my face on some next shitI just pop bottles and liase with the best chicksSippin' Don, let's get it on, where I'm atDJ's play this, they drop bombs like IraqStuntin' its nuttin', you pretty, we provide thatPlus the weed we bunnin' is sticky like a fly trapHook 2x