I stack the money 'til I seen three commas, yeah, ayy Money bustin' out my jeans I been runnin' 'round with Stunna, yeah, ayy Ten to a dub, this Cash Money, my friend I been down since the begin', I told you we'll win, yeah (They told me go and get it

All I got is nothing but A little bit of love and gonna Give it to the people then they'll See, then they'll see Rolling around like a big rubber ball Writing this song about some things that I saw Trying to stand like a big strong tough man Finding out

Round and round, round we go Aw yeah, I get around Still clown with the Underground, when we come around Stronger than ever Back to get wreck All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check 'Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly And

And they made their house from a tool shed Grandaddy rolled down on two logs And they built walls all around it And they made that house a home They taught us 'bout good living They taught is right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this

Oh the little man Now the court square's just a set of streets That the people go round but they seldom think Bout the little man that built this town Before the big money shut em down And killed the little man The little man There goes the little man I

As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact You gotta make it alright And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin,

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently

Let's have a good day So what do you say Yeah, Colton, he turned eight years old, three very short long weeks ago And just how long he'll be around, the doctors, they don't even know A Nerf ball, football, in the yard, daddy throws it easy 'cause

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

Break my arms around the one I love And be forgiven by the time my lover comes Break my arms around my love I'm here to take you now You were right about the end It didn't make a difference How they got to be this way You must have known I'd do this