Paroles:
The Click Money Muscle

him off [Hook] Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air) Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money

and my itenary stay crackin' I'm mackin' boss bitch, hell I'm pimpin' I'm on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it Like Cash Money we click with it,

[Man talking] Yeah, go on pour ya partner some of that there [Pouring] Oh boy, yeah hold on not too much not too much Right there, yeah see that's that

(feat. Levitti) [Levitti] Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah ooh [Hook: The Click & Levitti] Ya say ya wanna baller Say dat den (I wanna

Uh, Sick Wid It, Sick Wid It 707, Sick Wid It Records, Sick Wid It Click shit, Click shit nigga Click shit, Click shit nigga Click shit, Click shit nigga

motherfuckers act like they don't know my face Better remember I'm quick to click and hit don't act like you don't know my pace Well fuck rapping, I need some right now money

4-4) [Proof] bomb like Sadan, split america in two The wrap all around your haed like Erika Badu My issues, miss use, human inatomy Tearin your flesh and you muscle

from accomplice vibe Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds Gamble and scramble, F what your man do It's all about this husltin game, muscle

the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs With my 50 Cal., click bang, I'm gangsta walking with