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

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

Cause you shoulda seen the size of the guy's we've been fightin' But momma always taught us never to tell a lie Every girl we were with never cost any money And we drank more tequila than any man alive Looking back, they're better than they used to be

Everybody tellin' me I need to change But then y'all gon' complain when a nigga change Bossed up you sayin' lately he ain't been the same Fuck it y'all just wanna hate me anyways Fuck it yeah the money gettin' to my brain Yeah, I think I'm all that with

Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Get that new moneymoney, and it’s breaking me down honey Two tears in the bucket I cry with you But I

Lately I been, I been losing sleep Said no more counting dollars Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be We'll be counting stars Baby I been, I been prayin' hard Take that money and watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I learned (Take that

They'll find us here Here, here in the guest room Where we throw money at each other and cry They're gonna send us to prison for jerks We can't stay here For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again We miss being ruffians, going wild and

La la la la Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing Wait 'til I get my money right Then you can't tell me nothing right? Excuse me, is you saying something? You can't tell me nothing I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven When I awoke I spent that on a

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this moneymoney, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna

You never call me when you're sober Pour me one more, then another Keep me love drunk When I'm, when I'm, with you, with you Come on, tell me do you want me Do you need me like drugs need money Tell me once more who's your love for? Clearly I'm not