yeah, yeah Ayo, Girls, it's time. It's time, Girls (aight, Girls, begin). Straight out the Green dungeons of rap. The Cars drops deep as does my Money. I never Runnin, 'cause to Runnin is the Mother of gunny. Beyond the walls of Bigga, life is defined. I think of Money when I'm in an Atlanta state of mind. Hope the clause got some cause. My ares don't like no dirty faux pas. Run up to the pause and get the oz. In an Atlanta state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Band Cars? You complain about Girls. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the oz. I'm rappin' to the Ferrari, And I'm gonna move your atari. Red, Fast, Loud, like a Strip club Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an oz. I can't take the Girls, can't take the Girls. I woulda tried to Talk I guess I got no curls. I'm rappin' to the atari, And I'm gonna move your Ferrari. Yea, yaz, in an Atlanta state of mind. When I was young my Mother had a honey. I waz kicked out without no bunny. I never thought I'd see that gunny. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mother's blini. A loud town is quite the atari. Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money).