Money cash London on the track ay... ay... ay ay ay come on now get on my league I punch her she crying like she 3 you better flee actin like she 3 she ain't got nothin on me you better flee the scene... rappin like I'm a God ( oh wait I am a God ) she begging for food like a she a fricking dog I make her jump like she a frog I cant see anything in this fog ya ya ya