I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I needed money 'cause I had none Robbin' people with a six-gun I lost my

Lotta money, I can have a cash war Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah) Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast) I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy) Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next) Rolls Royce, got carpet in the

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope You-you a mouse in a trap house (trap house), I'ma dog in a cat house (cat house) Don't bring me no

Everybody tellin' me I need to change But then y'all gon' complain when a nigga change Bossed up you sayin' lately he ain't been the same Fuck it y'all just wanna hate me anyways Fuck it yeah the money gettin' to my brain Yeah, I think I'm all that with

Yea, you're gonna see it rain from a mile away Yea, I'm paying rent, it's a holiday I'm paying rent, it's a holiday 'Cause, I'm paying rent, it's a holiday Yea, throw the money up, watch it fall in place I'ma throw the money up, watch it fall in place

You worth more dan diamonds, more dan gold I don't need no money Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight (I love cheap thrills) As long as I can feel the beat As long as I keep dancing But I don't need no money Mek di beat jus' tek control

Look me in my face, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries See the shrooms keep me up, So I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries You see money right there (yeah) That's Tunechi right there

This morning I made the call The one that ends it all Hanging up,I wanted to cry But dammit,this well's gone dry Not for the money,not for the fame Not for the power,just no more games But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado I can't replace the

Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last