Intro:
Hyboi in this b*tch
Sup homie
Skit:
Stewie: Hey, it's me. Knock, knock. So, uh you got, uh, you got my money?
Brian: Huh? Oh yeah, I'll pay you soon
Stewie: Yeah, well, um here's a suggestion. Um, have the money by tomorrow and there won't be any problems
Brian: Huh?
Stewie: Yeah, 24 hours
Brian: Why, what-what happens in 24 hours?
Stewie: Huh? I dunno, I'm not psychic, man. I'm just saying it would probably be better for everybody if you had the money tomorrow
Brian: Uh, yeah, alright, I'll see what I can do
Stewie: Sweet, sweet, great. Uh, how's everything else going?
Brian: Good
Stewie: Alright, alright. See you later. Don't forget! Nah, you're not gonna forget
Brian: [coming out of shower, opens door] Stewie? Yh, hey
Stewie: Hey there. So, uh, it's been 24 hours. Got my money?
Brian: Ah... You know what, just give me till next Friday, I'll have it for you
Stewie: Oh. Oh, that's funny. I could've sworn I said have it today
Brian: Yeah, I don't have it, sorry
Stewie: Oh, well, alright then. [drinks orange juice] Mmm, that's good O.J. [smashes glass on Brian's head]
Brian: Aaargh! Aaarghh!!
Stewie: Yeah, that hurt?
Brian: Aargh!
Stewie: That hurt?
Brian: What the hell?! [continues yelling]
Stewie: Yeah, that don't feel so good, does it? No, huh? [punches Brian] Yeah, that's what happens, man!
Brian: Oh, my God!
Stewie: Yeah, that's what happens. [punches Brian again] Where's my money?! You gonna give me my money? Where's my money, man?! [Brian coughs up blood, Stewie gets towel rack, continuously hits him with it] Where's the money, man?! Yeah, you like that?! That feel good?! [holds his head in toilet water, Brian starts screaming more and Stewie takes him out of the toilet] Where's the money, man?! Where's my money?! You got till five o'clock. You hear me?! You got till 5 o'clock!
Brian: You freakin' psychopath!
Stewie: Yeah, clean yourself up
Brian: [incognito] Mornin'
Stewie: Good day to you, sir. Wait a minute! What the hell?!
Brian: Oh-h-h-h-- [Stewie pushes down the stairs] Aaargh! Oh-ow-ow-ugh! Ohh... [Stewie hits his head with golf club] Argh!
Stewie: Getting real tired of you duckin' me, man!
Brian: Oh, my God!
Stewie: Yeah, gettin' really tired. Huh?
Brian: Ogh! Arg-argh!
Stewie: Where's my money?! Where's my money?! Yeah, you got money to pay for fake mustaches, huh? Yeah, huh? How much did you pay for that fake moustache?
Brian: $2.99. [Stewie shoots his left knee] Aaargh!! Ow! Oh! Oh..! Listen, you just gotta give me more ti...[Stewie shoots his right knee] Aaargh!
Stewie: Don't make a fool out of me, man. Don't make a fool out of me. I want my money. I want my money, man!
Brian: Listen, Stewie, this is crazy, you're...Oh, my God! [Stewie shoots his flamethrower at him] Aaarrrgghhh! Aaagghh-aghh..! [the flames extinguish itself] All right, let's go the bank
Verse:
I just wanna my money, hand over what you
Owe me and no one gets hurt, I ain't playing finna
Go stewie , I don't play with my mother f*cking
Money so hand me what you f*cking owe me, and
No will get hurt in this b*tch, if you don't wanna any
f*cking problems hand me what you f*cking owe
Me, cause I don't play with my mother f*cking money