Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do

All my niggas real Actin' brand new Why the fuck you here? Real deal, Holyfield Uh, real deal, Holyfield Uh, down to chill All my niggas in the field Money, pill, I'm a boss They hatin' still

Hustle and mo' Hustle and motivate Nigga I don't do this for nothing, no From the ground up, yeah Well, I don't do this shit for nothing, no Not at all, yeah My money real, money real So I don't do this shit for nothing, no, not at all I told her I got

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy When I wake up in the morning I roll up and count my money All my bitches love me, they gon’ answer for a real one Dollar $ign Mustard on the beat hoe I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, all these bitches wanna

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

Or take over Take my hand Take my hand you Will you realize when I'm gone That I dance to a different song Money rains from the sky above But keep the change 'cause I've got enough A little time and some tenderness

Young money Mack I'm goin' in I'm a Millionaire I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the

You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live