Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villian, J-Doe - King Tut lyrics

Ya got nerve, little nigga
See me when I pull up to the curb
Little nigga my money absurd, little nigga
While I count it all, please do not disturb
Little nigga
Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
Watch how they bring us all them
Bottles of that pink stuff
Look, you niggas better get your chips up
You already know my style nigga, King Tut
My money pound nigga, King Tut
You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
Who else be riding through the
Town in a Brinks truck

Yo, yo, see the way I take over
Casinos like De Niro said
Reachin' money short
Watch how it fold up like a Hero bread
Nigga thought he was a Super-friend


Now that hero dead
Try to cross this shit, we represent
But that's a zero dread
All of this money I be countin'
And my cup runneth over like
A fuckin' water fountain
Any nigga trynna front
I'mma show them shit that's ugly
Throwin' bread until they jealous
Of your money, lookin' funny
Hold up!
And body shit, that's what a monster do
See me throwin' this money and
Bitches like a sponsor do
Put the gloves on and beat up
A nigga like I'm Kostya Tszyu
And fuck the talkin'
Just bring me my money like a prostitute

Ya got nerve, little nigga
See me when I pull up to the curb
Little nigga my money absurd, little nigga
While I count it all, please do not disturb
Little nigga
Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
Watch how they bring us all them
Bottles of that pink stuff
Look, you niggas better get your chips up
You already know my style nigga, King Tut
My money pound nigga, King Tut
You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
Who else be riding through the
Town in a Brinks truck

Okay, I'm ridin' through your city
Blowin' diddies of that icky
Got your wifey in the passenger, I'm ridin'
Now she lick me
I get money like Mark Cuban and
Know my bank is heavy and I grip the 31 like
Jason Terry when I'm shootin
ATM in my jeans
Bank sittin' on my left thigh
Burn a mansion down and watch
It coverin' my left eye
Girl on deck, I just whipped another lick
Now my trap look like black Friday
Twelve AM in front of Best Buy
Haha, sour got me all sedated
Niggas lookin' at me angry
What's with all the smiley faces?
My deniro like Shapiro
I see Johnny Cochran wages i'm no lawyer
But they only bring them bottles by the cases

Ya got nerve, little nigga
See me when I pull up to the curb
Little nigga my money absurd, little nigga
While I count it all, please do not disturb
Little nigga
Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
Watch how they bring us all them
Bottles of that pink stuff
Look, you niggas better get your chips up
You already know my style nigga, King Tut
My money pound nigga, King Tut
You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
Who else be riding through the
Town in a Brinks truck

Okay now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
Test me, best be faster than a rocket
I ain't got no time if
It ain't about a profit
If you send me my deposit
I will have your city rockin'
I get the hottest beats
Niggas wish that they could rhyme on it
I got the hottest watch
Ain't even set the time on it
The way I'm killin' niggas it
Look like a crime, don't it?
I got the light
With a little bit of lime on it
Okay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
Whip clean, jet ski attached to the Charger
Bitches want attention and I
Tell 'em try harder
Got 'em doin' shit I know that's
Gon' be disgracin' they father okay leggo

Ya got nerve, little nigga
See me when I pull up to the curb
Little nigga my money absurd, little nigga
While I count it all, please do not disturb
Little nigga
Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
Watch how they bring us all them
Bottles of that pink stuff
Look, you niggas better get your chips up
You already know my style nigga, King Tut
My money pound nigga, King Tut
You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
Who else be riding through the
Town in a Brinks truck