See me on the road with my bros, feds can't make man talk Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab, couple man made me walk Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick, couple man paid me short Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps, beat him

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun

I believe in love I believe in love, it's all we got Without love I wouldn't believe Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch War makes money, cancer sleeps Curled up in my father and that means something to me Churches and dictators, politics and

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Aye, nigga, what that work like? Aye, bitch, what that work like? You know me, I've been trappin' with it all night Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it there all night 'Bout your money, you've been trappin' with it all night Bitches wanna take it

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

Bad bitches is the only thing that I like Cups with the ice and we do this every night I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money so I spend it how I like I'm just living life And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (nope) I ain't

When will I wake up? Why did we break up? When will we make up? When money grows on trees People live in peace Everyone agrees When happiness is free Love can guarantee You'll come back to me, that's when

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving