Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - King Tut lyrics

rate me

Feat. J-Doe & Reek Da Villain

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

Ya got nerve, little nigga

See me when I pull up tot he 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 ridin' through the town in a Brinks truck

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

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 they 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 Costasue

And fuck the talkin', just bring me my money like a prostitute

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain]

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 my Cuban and know my bank is heavy

And I grip the 31 like Jason Terry when I'm shootin

ATM in my jeans, big 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 top 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 Cocran wages

I'm no lawyer, but they only bring those bottles by the cases

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J-Doe]

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

I'm sending 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

[Hook]

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