Cold-cold case, cold-cold case Danger, danger I don't fit in, I'm a stranger Believer, believer I can take out all the evil Empowerment to all my people I can prove to you I'm a leader Run through the money, no Visa Forgive me 'cause my life illegal

Run the money up, way up Life ain't sweet ain't no lay-up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up So I just be in my lane stuck Cook that

All my life I want money and power Martin had a dream Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress Kendrick have a

Dope and diamonds I want money, power and glory I want money and all your power, all your glory Alleluia, I wanna take you for all that you got Alleluia, I'm gonna take them for all that they got You say that you wanna go To a land that's far away How

I been that nigga I been that nigga I been that nigga before the money and the fame I been that nigga before the diamonds and the chain I been that nigga before the foams and the clothes I been that nigga on the corner with the most My dogs a shooter

Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette Feelin' good, feelin' good When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it Mind when you throw your cigarette All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good All the money in the world spent on feelin' good

Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound bus Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West Down came the tears from her happiness Her own little son

And counting our blessings 'Cause our lives ain't like a movie Or a Katy Perry song 'Cause we got friends to lean on Got no money in our pockets We're too busy getting drunk And what a time to be alive So let's hear it for the good times Let's hear it

That's what I want Big fat money Some say money is bad for the soul Bad for the rock, bad for the roll Bad for the heart, bad for the brain Bad for damn near everything, oh It must be good for something Come on pay the rent Telephone, telefax,

If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth Lost a few friends chasin' hand