Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

You know me Already (holding) I got money, I, I, I got (Money) Already holding (Already holding) Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A) Ludacris once again and I'm from the, the (A)

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

But I'm so high, its sober I know my mind is sober I Know my mind is sober And I want it ? Motherfuckers wanna get famous Bust guns and get dangerous (dangerous) Daddy graduated from Cambridge Money talks in every language Real recognize that stainless

I make money off of bein' myself Get a glimpse of my potential when I believe in myself It's gettin' harder to tell the difference between reality and dreams The lines keep blurrin' like I'm drivin' half asleep I'm invitin' you to see who's next up in

Count up that money we sexing in Never knew I'd do you so right Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Never felt this feeling so fast But fucking around with me is dangerous The lines are blurry now, this isn't lust But you like it (but you like it) And

So much money on me, it won't even fold Hit it with the fork Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr I had a dream, rap wouldn't work Woke up on the block Mama, Mama! (What? What?)

(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

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over

Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body