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

I'm so tired We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Of all the problems you've been causin' me Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin'

There's gonna be judgment in the morning, baby You're gonna be mournin' in the morning Just one thing, baby child, before you go You'll never make the jail house for the things you do You'd never buy with money, what you'd throw away Yes baby, you're

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

I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me (ha—ha—ha) We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again

With your long blond hair and your eyes of blue The only thing I ever got from you Was sorrow, sorrow Sorrow, sorrow You're acting funny, try to spend my money You out there playing your high class games Of sorrow, sorrow You never do what you know you

Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, uh ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Guantanamera, we hit a lick on your bitch I'm a Goodfella, Maison Margiela my kick, uh I am faucet failure, my nigga, I got drip, uh

Ladies and gentleman Please rise The king is here I've been doing this for a while Putting in work, traveling miles Counting money by the pile My sounds make your lady smile I've been doing this for years All the blood, the sweat, the tears

Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (bet a stack) Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is) Let it rush through your veins, cause I'ma be the one To step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game Got a pocket full of change and