[Intro: Jungle]
Ayo
Yo, this the door right here, right?
Yo, fuck that shit
Ayo open this motherfuckin' door
We comin' in this shit, we comin' to get some money, man
You know I mean
Nah, this ain't Jay-Z, this ain't 50 Cent, this ain't motherfuckin' dirty ass Jim Jones a nobody
This Jungle, this Money Machine Records, we comin' to get this motherfuckin' paper, ya heard

[Verse 1: Jungle]
I'm at the A&R with my demo
Oh y'all ain't tryna hear me
They got the same A&R that signed Bobby and Whitney
Ya'll can't be serious
Change up, this shit is depressing
I think you get a better response by bringin' your wеapon
Maybe a shotgun, or a Smith to the Wesson
Point it at Angiе head and make her spin my records
And I'm always in the studio, I'm high
These bitches got me up before the sun come up, I'm tried, this ghetto star
I might as well get in the car, sit in the car and contemplate
About the next [?] [?], I upgrade
I stay militant and sippin' on the Hen
It's monopoly, it's property and I want in
And I ain't goin' to jail so I'm gon' win
My lil cousin [?] in the feds and he got ten
I stay with different chicks up in my ride
I'm smokin' all this motherfuckin' weed, my brain's fried, uh-heh
[Chorus: Nas]
Militant at all seasons, my wrist's freezin', like a sniff of cocaine (Cocaine)
N***as go to prison, crackers [?] the feds and cuzz it's a real road train (A railroad y'all)
Now the ghetto children can make 300 million fuckin' with this Hip Hop game
I want innnnn
I want innnnn
I want innnnn
I want innnnn, n***a

[Verse 2: Jungle]
A let me in now
Let me in now
Bill Gates Oprah Winfrey let me in now
I'm drinkin' Hen now, make it rain ten thou, all Benjamins while beautiful girl bend down
And let me in now
Let me in now, I got that 600 Z-12 Benz now
Haters wanna be my best friends now
I got, stacks to lend out, make our struggle end now
A let me in now
Let me in now George Bush, Bin Laden let me in now
Ya'll n***as know where I've been (Motherfucker)
I'm in the motherfuckin' game and you know I'm gon' win
I got my own label called Money Machine
You'd think I got this cash from prostitutes and fiends
This shit got me slappin' up my homies in Queens
We gotta make it to the top of the world by any means
[Chorus: Nas]
Militant at all seasons, my wrist's freezin', like a sniff of cocaine (Cocaine)
N***as go to prison, crackers [?] the feds and cuzz it's a real road train (A railroad y'all)
Now the ghetto children can make 300 million fuckin' with this Hip Hop game
I want innnnn
I want innnnn
I want innnnn
I want innnnn, n***a

[Outro: Jungle]
Yeah
Ya'll n***as could be the muhfuckin' nicest n***a on the mic in the world
That ain't gon' get yo ass sign
N***a this is new times
You can rhyme your ass, all the way to the muhfuckin' grave it ain't gon' work, n***a, you gotta come in with the CEO, y'all gotta be ready
Money Machine, everything is ready, we got singers, dancers, [?], everything