Let me put the head in I need some water Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Somethin' came over me Way too high to simmer down Might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heart beat racin' like a

Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail Well, I ain't superstitious, oh the black cat just cross my trail Don't sweep me with

I ain't gon' lie I got money and the power Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive It's a game and I put my feelings to the side Times up I check my watch every hour All of my diamonds they blind them I can't fuck her she a minor

I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees

She on my dick, she on my dick Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick She see my moves, she on my dick The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick Who at the door? Put the money up I'mma be done kilt one of these niggas 'round here man Who dat is?

Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

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

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

Put it there, get the money In the back dry in the night Pay up, sign up LA (One man's waste is another man's soap) In the back of a Volvo A little game, maybe something you can borrow

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show