We're broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man, nice to meet you," 'Cause if we don't find money We got some rich love Then what we got honey lifts it up Ooh, broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man," Ooh, but drink with you all damn night But

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

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

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me Well if I've done somebody wrong, Lord, have mercy if you please Please have mercy, Lord have mercy on me I used to have plenty of money, the finest clothes in town But bad luck and trouble overtaken me, bound to

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

Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna

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

Wake up alone Or will I wake up alone? When the magic's gone, gone, oh? And will you be there in the morning? Do you stay when it all goes? Will you still care in the morning? Now I got cars, now I got clothes, now I got money Now I got crowds screamin'

I don't want to hear about it later I don't want to, baby I don't want to I want a run for my money, that's all You can try me at home, if it feels all right But I ain't home at night Ain't got no money, got no house on the hill Tell me, honey, will your

Moving up like escalators Free bands, cash flow Bread so long, 'bouta buy the whole mall I can't see the floor, stacking money, fuck a hater Cash maniac You see my future, but you cannot have it I see my Future, but I'm not B-Rabbit Getting so throwed