It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me I don't know what they want from me Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue

Lightning strike after dark What's the price? Up the bar Used to fight, the streets is harsh I wasn't right, locked behind bars Stealing the cars, servin' the narcs The money I gain, all for the art Whole lot of pain, black in my heart I know she

And I ain't got time for nothin' else Anything but my baby I just don't have the time Listen to me people I ain't got time to think about Money Or what it can buy And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder What make the birdies fly And I don't have time

Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Drop it, drop it, pon the floor Paper planes, roger that, 10-4 Got money, been had it, still gettin' more All y'all in the building, but on

Ay déjame explorar tu cuerpo adentro Y veras que te caliento Y recordar los viejos tiempos Haciéndolo bien lento Pa' besarte, pa' tocarte Pa' desnudarte, y acariciarte Make it to the crib baby no photo Gettin' money fast while the coupes slowmo All in

May it never end And may your winning streak Winters cold May you always have someone good to hold May your winning streak Through summers long and And may good fortune wait on every bend So, roll the dice, boy 'Cause my money's on you

Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie You ain't gotta try so hard Askin', "where the hoes at?" to impress me Askin', "where the moneybags?" to impress me Say you got to burn your stash to impress me It's all in

(Fuckin' with the killas) Money and the power, money and the power I was thinking to myself, maybe I should seek some help Maybe I should blame myself My mistake in stealth is going away Is going away, is going away

Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no wear, ain't got no job Ain't got no money, no place to stay Ain't got no father, ain't got no mother Ain't got no