Okay man, first you make the you get the money Then you get the
I made a million and a half off the book, the tax And spines green, I'm seein' only green backs And I mean stacks of cash, no to relax Bought my bitch some tits, a G for the rack
A G for her lips, a G for her ass Movin' on up, all the way to upper Up another man, I pass cash like Soprano King of New taking over Chicago
Ain't no McDonald, your dreams, I'm livin in em' Got models with of Dom Perrignon in em' In a yacht by the dock a helicopter You can't refuse and get a better offer
I'm the author of the American And yeah, my pen's of green, I'm just an arrogant fiend And when the ink dries my is capitalized The still not happy for shit I a million, I made a million
Why am I inside? When everybody me, I feel everybody's lyin' Why, oh why, am I suffering My mind is on my money but my money's got me
Mister Lamborghini, Thong Bikini Now, you see me, now, you don't, call me Don Eeny meeny moe, help me catch a ho Money makin', dummy professional
I got a bank in the Caymans, never stay the laymen Pay the off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 Hammers mansion Charlie with the Helter Skelter I'm playin' Vice City, downstairs in my bomb
I never felt a bit of For the automatic, automated cash Which you get and you got if you're makin' the When you got a lot of bills but ain't got no (Cents)
Why am I suffering When everybody loves me, I everybody's lyin' Why, oh why, am I inside? My mind is on my money but my money's got me
Are you a Well, can buy you respect and success Are you Well, money can buy you so invest
It's all winning Coming up and down, is your head spinning? Money makes the go round and around Dollar, dollar bill, ya'll love the
Don't eat the rich they're the as us I'm not sayin' bad, it's just dangerous Angel Dust it's addictive Know you want and what the risk is
Why am I suffering everybody loves me I feel everybody's lyin' Why are we so with our money? If it's the root of evil, why are we still planting
Why are we still planting Why are we still seeds?