Hundred dollar bills, this hunt for the dollar k**s
Running after my money, like suicide drills
Ama stop for a breather, with a lung full of refer
Got me thinking bout my past, like im meeting the repear
My chances getting slimmer,n***a f** JeNNY craig
Thoughts sicker than hell, like a hospital bed
I wana get paid, sick of faillin 10th grade
I wana get fame, get money, get made
I swear to god all I need is a deal
Cause im pullin all the stops get your hands off the wheel
Its the root of all evil, and I wana be the villin
Sports car drivin with alot of plastic women
Champagne spillin , bently driven dreams
Ill get my deal soon,like the pick of the team
Speakin money in my tunes, fluent no accents
Jeans cemetary, pockets full of dead presidents
I need much more money but tell me who's countin
Every week rushmore, presidents like the mountin
Getting papper when I can, tell'em haters ima man
Got my heart in my hand, shadow long when I stand
Move along now, there's nothing to see
If its more than a penny, then its somehting to me
Goodfellas in the city, slap hands with the big man
Notorious artilary,you know I spit it sicker than
Six men, with the sixth sense
To stick letters together better than the dictionary can
Yall fictionary, man, get yo a** whooped from a can
Supply beef route to yo a**, deliver van
Im here for a while, more money to make
Getting money is good, becoming rich is great
Gettin doe for the cake, guess my birthday late
So ama be on my grind, guess rappers do skate
For them back stabin friends, dont even say wa**up
Take the knife out they hand, they get nothin to put up
So they laughin at your dreams, pokin holes at your skeems
Takin shots at the lead, causin problems with the team
They can never tear me down, im air tight, bullet proof
High above the ground, fair hight, sk**ed booth
Any beat I runthrough,no heads up like one, tow
Keep a chin up for the public, like lost souls do
Bangin doors for my money like the rent's pa**ed due
Mama tell me, your 18 but your life pa**ed you
Gotta young man look, with an old man view
Every body judge man, like we all got sued
Im a fresh breath of air, flow so brand new
d**h or billionare, took a choice in 92
So now its I get money, or its money I got
Till my bubbly do spill, when im chillin on a yacht