I want a man with a smoking jacket and I want a man with a smoking jacket A deeper pocket with money to burn I want a man who knows his status And he makes a habit of loving me till it hurts I want a man, I want a man He might be heavy on the pedal But

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight

Loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded You know my pockets loaded You know my diamonds frozen You know my My diamonds, they frozen Ooh, pockets loaded Diamond chain, they glowing And they showing Money on my thoughts

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

You do what you want when you poppin' First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you got it Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip got a whole lot

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters All I got is mother fuckin' players We get money in mother fuckin' layers All I got is maids and waiters All I got is suits and gators Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas Everybody love black ass Darth Vader You and

Breathe for a minute My dreams are made of gold Breathe for a minute breathe for a minute I'll be okay California, don't let me down Seas of golden But there's trouble all around He once was a waiter now he's a singer Making money on the street

Sex, and drugs, and dirty money On the race to rule the world, you Cut your teeth on fame and diamonds Your time is up now Three, Two, one one one one one one one one one one (We number) one one one one one one one one one

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

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we