I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? Bought a new crib just to fuck you in I've been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise Check my

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Devil's Island! Devil's Island! And here on Devil's Island, The light that fill my lonely cell, Is blocked out by the key, That locks the door to this hell, The place they wanted me. Time's racing like the wind, Execution's near. Oh Lord, I wait for

Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin' It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin' They just use your mind and they never give you credit 9 to 5, yeah they got you where they want you There's a

Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed Everywhere I look a killing spree All the things they wanted me to be Is all the things that I turned out to be Is everything that I like, like, like, like Everybody looking for the meaning of life thru a cell phone

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?) I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close) I don't want your

Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme money (money) Spendin', spendin', spendin' money (yeah) People say they want my spot? (yeah) But you'll never get it from me Squad is stupid, my team strong This right here is my theme song Go and get it when I need somethin'

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more