I ain't even gotta talk no more   All my letters speak for itself   You see my numbers, you can add 'em up   Now, who fucks with me?      I ain't even gotta work no more   My money works for itself   I'm runnin' interest while I'm sleepin' man   Now who fucks with me?      Yeah, now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   I'm earnin' interest as I'm speakin' man   Now who fucks with me?      I ain't even gon' talk no mo'   When you done with the minors ma come to the pros   See I could put you in all them clothes   Your neck, wrist, ears, hands, all that froze      He could never ever put you in a Rolls   But anything goes when you dealin' with the baller   Stand on my money if I wanna be taller   Smack him with a G, I bet he go and get his lawyer      'Cause he really wanna sue me   Take the bitch route 'cause he know he cannot do me   Know he can't outdo me in the records or the movies   Man, I don't want your girl, plus I heard she got the cooties      If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said   You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil' on the bed   Spread it all out and we can roll around in it   Hop off in the whip and we can roll around in it      In the back seat and we can go to town in it   Or maybe on the hood, sound profound, did it?   He ain't get the message ma, act like he ain't get it   He ain't catch a hint when you gave him back his rented   Now his lil' condo one less tenant and I did it, but you know what?      I ain't even gotta talk no more   All my letters speak for itself   You see my numbers, you can add 'em up   Now who fucks with me?      I ain't even gotta work no more   My money works for itself   I'm runnin' interest while I'm sleepin' man   Now who fucks with me?      Yeah, now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   I'm earnin' interest as I'm speakin' man   Now who fucks with me?      Well, who you know with ten mil' on a plaque?   Hit the Super Bowl once so they brought me on back   Ride around with my Grammy's on the 'llac   Better bag up nigga, Nelly bonds are the bag      Me be the rapper, Nicky Bonds be the crack   Think I fell off when they fell from the track   You wanna come to Nellyville, I'll draw you the map   Follow that yellow brick road      Follow that rainbow of diamonds down to the gold   Follow shorty as she slide down a pole   He tryna make it rain but it's comin' down slow   I hope he got the gloves 'cause I'm about to make it snow   Like kids seein' Santa when I walked in the club   But I only brought presents for the girls      Listen, play with me nigga if you wanna, if you feel   Won't kill at will but will kill Bill   Somebody better grab Bill, tell him to chill   Before somebody find him buried in the hills   I got a restraining order on myself and such   'Cause I be feelin' myself too much, now listen      I ain't even gotta talk no more   All my letters speak for itself   You see my numbers, you can add 'em up   Now, who fucks with me?      I ain't even gotta work no more   My money works for itself   I'm runnin' interest while I'm sleepin' man   Now who fucks with me?      Yeah, now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   I'm earnin' interest as I'm speakin' man   Now who fucks with me?      Now who fucks with me?   Yeah, I ain't even gon' talk no mo'   I ain't even gon' talk no mo'   Now who fucks with me?      I ain't even gotta talk no more   All my letters speak for itself   You see my numbers, you can add 'em up   Now who fucks with me?      I ain't even gotta work no more   My money works for itself   I'm runnin' interest while I'm sleepin' man   Now who fucks with me?      Yeah, now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   Now who fucks with me?   I'm earnin' interest as I'm speakin' man   Now who fucks with me?