Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the sexy dungeons of rap. The thots drops deep as does my Girl. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the Thot of swirl. Beyond the walls of girls, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in a Peckham state of mind. Hope the swirl got some curl. My pearl don't like no dirty hurl. Run up to the whirl and get the twirl. In a Peckham state of mind. What more could you ask for? The leng thots? You complain about opps. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the swirl. I'm rappin' to the money, And I'm gonna move your gunny. Stupid, annoying, Delightful, like an opps Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hurl. I can't take the opps, can't take the witches. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no stitches. I'm rappin' to the gunny, And I'm gonna move your money. Yea, yaz, in a Peckham state of mind. When I was young my Thot had a blini. I waz kicked out without no honey. I never thought I'd see that gunny. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Thot's sunny. A rich town is quite the sunny. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).