(Top Dawg, Money GANG) Owwww, Dave, I See Ya, Now See Me Look, I Say I'm a millionaire I'm a Top Dawg millia- no let me just come in unorthodox I order plenty ammunition for the enemies that I got I'm the King, I'm just looking for my Coretta Scott Bet I pop, like a boy band, I'm annoying to rappers Guess I'm poison to rappers, front on me, get bent backwards Stepping on em' like a Kappa Cap and gown, graduated with my Masters So where do I go now Swear there is none after I'm the bishop, I'm the pastor, I'm the guide MC And you don't want to get caught in the rapture I would probably burn your whole colony Chew you up then spit you out Your nothing but a Polla Seed Follow hood policies Compton, California where the motherfuckin' riders be You never seen a killer til you seen one on side of me That green on the side of me Fuckin' all about my fuckin' money like Assadomy Fuck them bitches properly I do it I do it, done it run it like I grown legs by the hundreds My pocket full of hundreds, I'm always hungry Been hungry, I think a nigga need three stomachs Bummy, NEVER Middle of a conversation, I cough up a feather And get ready for the detonation I bomber whoever Whatever you about, I'm about it twice like a woman who give twins life I steered right through your fan base every time Tapping your demographic like I was Gregory Hines Every line be Telemade, hella paid, count that money, several ways I'm a beast, fuck a mansion, I rather live in a cave Sasquatch is back, but what y'all really didn't know that Sasquatch can rap Motherfucker I'm iller Ok, I squeeze the juice out a rapper and just squash this track The people like "What the fuck happened and where Wayne be at?" There's some boy named K Dot and he's a maniac! I think his vocals is strapped, with a toolie in fact He spit like a Uzi *Rat-Tat-Tat* He just shot me in my back, somebody pick up my back I think that boy from Iraq , I think y'all boys better know that He got it on lock like a Low Jack Heading straight for the top like a ball cap Y'all better fall back, y'all better crawl back where ya'll came from Ain't one better than the one who can write like Langston Hughes from the brain off top Like a bottle dude, get a hollow, where you swallow food Get a model, bet she swallow, who? Me Bet she goggle like a scuba diver eyes in the sea Recognize who I be, K. Dot motherfucker Dot motherfucker, hot motherfucker, drop top with ya pack with the crack On side motherfucker, side motherfucker, ride motherfucker, die motherfucker When I go pop pop Open up close shop like a retail spot Everybody know I be where the money lay, eat where the money lay, shit where the money lay, sleep where the money lay Bitch thats no lie, let the truth be told K Dizzle the Big Sizzle, turn beats to stoves, burn up Rap-Ist I'm iller Dig it, like it, love it a lot