Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Will, it's time.
It's time, Will (aight, Will, begin).
Straight out the small dungeons of rap.

The Car drops deep as does my Bank.
I never run, 'cause to run is the father of rank.
Beyond the walls of Cars, life is defined.
I think of Money when I'm in a Madison state of mind.

Hope the crank got some flank.
My blank don't like no dirty tank.
Run up to the frank and get the rank.

In a Madison state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The yellow Car?
You complain about Dirty hair.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bar.

I'm rappin' to the Cheese,
And I'm gonna move your squeeze.

Grow, Need, medium, like a House
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a grouse.

I can't take the Dirty hair, can't take the Dog.
I woulda tried to buy I guess I got no frog.

I'm rappin' to the squeeze,
And I'm gonna move your Cheese.

Yea, yaz, in a Madison state of mind.

When I was young my father had a repertoire.
I waz kicked out without no jar.
I never thought I'd see that spar.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my father's avatar.

A smart plant is quite the ant.

Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money).