I make it on the humble, it's marvelous
Sippin fine wine and champagne
Smokin cannibis, poor folks don't understand this
Helicopter rides, first cla** airline flights
50 pairs of nike's, two gold mics
A spot in the hills to stash all my bills
Givin hookers chills, like ice water drippin down their back
I stack paper like flapjacks
Macks to protect what i earn
My pocket hold the safe combination
To the great paper chase, gettin money
I learned as a youth from a drug dealer with a gold tooth
I was the lookout on the project roof
A little shorty out to make somethin outta himself
Get the wealth put it on the shelf right next to the silver spoon
I never had growin up, what's luck?
I never met him, and if i met him, i wouldn't sweat him
I'd be out to get him, probably wet him, stick him up
Take his whole cash flow
What i gotta do to be jon doe?
Chorus (x2):
Jon doe, middle name money
Cream in abundance, thousands of hundreds
Cash rules, god's seek the twelve j**els
I get 40 below so call me jon doe
Everything i desire requires cream
This american dream is a nightmare in disguise
Nice guys finish last
No surprise, life is one big mean streak
I seek the fortune comes the coffin very often
So i gotta gets mine legal
Look out for my n***as with the root of all evil
Push comes to shove i rise above nonsense with material
Made it this long it's a miracle
Whip yourself into shape, get up and fight for yours
Die for yours, k** for yours, lie for yours
Put your paws on the money like the dog you are
Do it for your moon and your star
Cause life is a 3 ring circus and i aint no clown
I don't find nothin funny livin without money
Gimme the wetbacks the green, the cream, the gusto
Chorus 2x
See that greenback, got my name on it
Doggone it, i want it
All and then some, and love wet income like i love redrum
Everybody wan heaven, i wan dough 24/7
365 annual with the manual instructions
Directions for corruptions, what's your function?
Save the dumb sh** for jim carrey, and the real love for mary
I go on and on like interest, 5% everyday
Gotta be payday, no time to slack
Keep the monkey off your back
Fight for your stack swing like a newjack
Why? cause life said so
Do what you gotta do to be jon doe
Chorus 2x
Nine - Jon Doe lyrics
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