Lord have mercy if you please Lord have mercy lord have mercy on me Please have mercy lord have mercy on me And if I've done somebody wrong Well if I've done somebody wrong I used to have plenty of money The finest clothes in town Bad luck and trouble

Used to not be allowed in the building But now we on the rooftop Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alota shit done change New clothes new cars new things Them same boys that used to be at the bottom Came

Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle Dope been coming so you know the income major Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger Contract killers

Loves lots of money, back's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

You found me frozen, I'm so cold Praying loud, save me got no gold Baby now please don't let me go And I got a lot of friends that turned to stone Like you got inside of me No, baby, now please don't let me go Money long, pullin' off 63's 16 on my own,

Loves lots of money, back's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

Protex, protex blue I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you All I want to do Standing in the bog of a west end bar Guy on the right leaning over too far Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot Open up the pack see what type I got It's a

Tattooed heart On your tattooed heart You don't need a lot of money Honey, you don't have to play no games All I need is all your loving To get the blood rushing through my veins I wanna say we're going steady

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying