Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Once I lived the life of a millionaire Spending my money, with never a care Takin' all my friends out for a good time Drinkin' high-priced liquor, champagne and wine; Then I began to fall so low; Didn't have a

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble Got your main bitch with me bent over

Silver threads and golden needles Cannot mend this heart of mine And I dare not drown my sorrows In the warm glow of your mind You can't buy my love with money 'Cause I ain't never was that kind I don't want your lonely mansion With a tear in every room

You don't want no money You don't want no bread Lazy you just stay in bed Lazy just stay in bed You're lazy just stay in bed If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw, no If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw You don't want to live you don't

Your wishing well You find that life's not always what it seems, no no I'll give you a star So you know just where you are Love isn't money, it's not something you buy Throw me a penny and I'll make you a dream Then think of a rainbow and I'll make it

You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down Out of college, money spent

Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

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

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

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