And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

I don't need a rich boy I don't want your money No, you don't gotta spend nothing on me All I want is sweet sweet love, sweet sweet love I don't want dollars No, you don't gotta be a high roller Hey! I don't need a rich boy All I want, sweet sweet love,

Tryin' to get it wrong No need to put a front No need to lay it on Say people are too hard, tryin' to get it He who got the money, man Don't make you anyone People are too hard, tryin' to get it It don't make you anyone, now Don't care 'bout what you do

Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop (Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop) Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock (Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock) He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot (Mascot, mascot,

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still

Everybody's got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that don't know where it's flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going I met

Girls at the front door, let 'em in Still gon' talk like Letterman Hoes at the front door, let 'em in Money at the front door, let her in Cash at the front door, let him in, hey You's got no wins Cash at the front door, let 'em in Money at the front

Waitin' for you (Let's talk about love) This is a world premiere That sloppy (West, west, west) We been waitin' for you For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside? Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind? Tell me something got me losing

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank