| Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar | 
| Feel that, I wrote this song bout | 
| That little green rectangle | 
| Y’all know what I’m talking about | 
| Money, hoes, that’s all a nigga want | 
| Before you jump in the game, learn your do’s and dont’s | 
| You better change your money, don’t let money change you | 
| (Your money gone playa), so what you gon do | 
| Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock | 
| Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks | 
| Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle | 
| And being on top of your game, is the best angle | 
| Cause some people get money, and don’t know how to act | 
| Some people get money, and don’t know how to stack | 
| I’m only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop | 
| Even though I’m rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box | 
| Some people hustle what it cooks, I’m just taking it raw | 
| And I ain’t never been in jail, I’m good at breaking the law | 
| Yeah I’m a young b.g., but I’m bumping and grinding | 
| You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming | 
| You can check the billboard, I’m jumping and climbing | 
| And all you can say is Hump and him shining | 
| You better make your money, don’t let money make you | 
| Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga | 
| I been making money, and I know how to keep it | 
| And I don’t cherish money, even though I need it | 
| If you ain’t got no money, playa you in some trouble | 
| You better learn your do’s and dont’s, to make your currency level | 
| The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch | 
| While you out there roaching, I’ll be catching platinum checks | 
| Man this money don’t make me, I make this money | 
| I can tell you ain’t never had none, cause you acting funny | 
| Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow | 
| I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow | 
| Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next | 
| I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex | 
| What’s next, if your partna turning back all your pennies | 
| I wonder how them cats’ll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley | 
| I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew | 
| But when your money gone playa, what you gon do | 
| So what you got a little money, and now you capping | 
| Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum | 
| When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out | 
| Who was the one that came through, and didn’t stick you out | 
| Now you running round town, yapping and talking | 
| I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking | 
| So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more | 
| That’s why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store | 
| Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky | 
| I made it in this rap game, because I’m blessed and I’m lucky | 
| I still eat at Kentucky, I’m still wearing Air Macs | 
| I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack | 
| I’m still wearing tank socks, I’m still playing John Madden | 
| I’m still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging | 
| Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue | 
| But whatever you do, don’t let money change you | 
| (*talking*) | 
| Y’all don’t know what green rectangles is | 
| Y’all don’t know y’all shapes | 
| The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that | 
| Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper | 
| Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper | 
| You read what you sell, so don’t let money change you |