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

I got money to blow They can't help it, And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous But bitch I got money to blow I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall All over your skin Oh oh oh ooh I got oh oh Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh oh ooh ooh

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

Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

I'm the man I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man Who's the man? Who's the man? I'm the man, I'm the man Who's the man with the plan? I got gas in the tank I got money in the bank I got skin in the game I know the score like the back of my

Sell yourself Don't be a fool Let's talk about me, Let's talk about you, I know your type I know exactly what you wanna do And if the money's right You think I'd disagree

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and

Gardening at night Though all the feelings that broke through that door Just didn't seem to be too real They said it couldn't be arranged I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change I see your money on the floor I felt the pocket change The

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'

Death on two legs You're tearing me apart You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts You've taken all my money And you want more Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules With your narrow minded