Hook 1
Hotep,
God bless you brother,
lets get this money
I said Hotep,
Hotep,
God bless you brother,
lets get this money
I said Hotep,
Hotep,
God bless you brother,
lets get this money
Hotep,
bring it to they door step
bring it to they door step

Verse 1 (Crimdella)
Catch a brother with a Ank on/
they get the picture now they yelling for an encore/
I french kiss death tell that trick bon jour/
I been rolling through hell I was tour/
put ya fist in the air if you on board/
Put a fist in the air if you on board/
yeah I'm repping for the struggle man I'm all for it/
go the war for that bitch like an armed guard/
you don't kick it man you Balrog/
Hell no/
you suckaz boxed in looking like some leggos/
I hit the homie P up he like lets go/
we hit the streets hard turn it up a decimal/
I can't lie homeboy I got God in me/
you got God in you then just mob wit me/
got my people in the crowd like you already/
we know, turn up the show, And yo the more merry/

Hotep,
God bless you brother,
lets get this money
I said Hotep,
Hotep,
God bless you brother,
lets get this money
I said Hotep,
Hotep,
God bless you brother,
lets get this money
Hotep,
bring it to they door step
bring it to they door step
And I be yelling ZEUSX (Godbless you brother lets get this money)
And I be yelling ZEUSX (Godbless you brother, I'm for sho, but its not for show)
And I be yelling ZEUSX (Godbless you brother lets get this money)
And I be yelling ZEUSX (Godbless you brother, I'm for sho, but its not for show)

Verse 2 (Crimdella)
Pardon my greed/
I'm letting off all this steam/
I need it all for my team/all for the block,
all for the hood you forgot,
so pardon if I come off mean/ pardon my back/
but yall belong in the back/
I swear to God thats fact/
talking that smack/
but you got nothing nothing to say,
I swear ya bars sound like skat/
skibbidy bee bop/
and something bout a weed spot/
I'm aiming for they heads I'm wit Rambo in a tree top/
all eyes on a brother like peacock/
I aint G but I'll dig up in a G spot/
spot spot spot the lies/
watching TV tryna spot the lies/
if I believe that then its my demise/
but if I don't then I may be ostracized/
she got junk in the trunk and its chopper size/
she tryna distract me and I'm not surprise/
why you looking at her ass I just watch her eyes/
I'm tryna see into her soul what am I to find?
Pimps and hoes,
cars clothes,
cocain deals and a plot for dough/
pray for her soul she a momma yo/
and the nigga had the nerve to say the condom broke/
I'm fasho, but it's not for show/