I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin' Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos

Money on my mind I do it for the love I do it for I don't have No money on my mind When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries

Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Nobody knows you, Once I lived the life of a millionaire, Spent all my money, I just did not care. Took all my friends out for a good time, Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine. Then I began to fall so

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang They

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over

Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers

I'm called a cow I'm not about To blow it now For all the cows It's funny how money allows all to browse And be endowed This wish is true it falls into pieces new The cow is you My kind has all run out, as if kinds could blend