Everybody's got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that don't know where it's flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going I met

Now I must die by my own hand 'cause I'm not man enough to live alone. and I'm better off dead now that she's gone. She couldn't stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went. You see, I've got a drinkin' problem, all the money that we had I spent.

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

Way over town That's good to me oh, yeah Well, I've got a woman Say I've got a woman I've got a woman She saves her lovin' early in the morning Just for me Don't you know she's alright She give me money When I'm in need

Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down Bitch I be covered in Bape Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down Got my own money, pussy nigga I did

I'ma give it all I got Straight to the money no stop I'ma go straight to the top I'ma go straight to the stars Free G5, on a G5 Toast to 'em all She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all) Lately I been feelin'

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

If you wanna know why {why I live my life} The way that I do {cause I got to get this money} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A message to God Since you finishin em early, what

Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money Don't worry 'bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride Don't worry 'bout