Songtexte:
Guess Who Coming Down Off The Money Bag

' away The way I pick is what I say But ev'ry once in a while it becomes a drag So I come down off the money bag....

wrong way down the one way, Women don't get saved round me even on a sunday, Damn where I get it from, these niggas always wonder who, Then they meet

Do you live by, feel my fuckin cool Fake kind, don't you fake a move Down with Flizy two damn fools If I ever got the plug, gotta screw, Money rule

who you wanna be like That fool on the TV screen Or the homie on the corner getting major cream In the Cadillac beating like Battle Cat A nigga with money

-Intro-Will.i.am- Here, over here, over here, over here, over here, over here, over... -Chorus-Will.i.am- Come on, come on, come on, come on/ Baby

lil' crib up on it Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come

chick that'll ride for me My gutter baby who ain't scared to put in time for me See this the remix shawty I'ma keep the cash coming Don't guess who played

money, don't know how to act Smoke till your eyes get cataracts All money nonsense, yeah, none of that Quarter sack, run it back Hold him back, lock him up, bag

a smile like crocodile profile Can't hold it down, oh the shit gon' hit the fan now Spin around let your whole crown man down, man down I live by the