I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin' Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos

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

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show

So I need payback for all the time lost Rolex's don't tick-tock But damn it baby, my time costs And damn it baby, my time is money I need payback for all the time lost Said, I need payback for all the time lost Damn it baby, my time costs Remembering the

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much I live deep in symmetry

If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all Keep you eye on the money Keep your eye on the money Black jack roulette Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a young man old

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get money out the ass (you see it) I

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