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I made a million and a half off the book, the tax And your spines green, I'm seein' green backs And I stacks of cash, no need to relax Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the
A G for her lips, a G for her ass on up, all the way to upper class Up another man, I pass cash like Tony King of New York taking over
no Ronald McDonald, your dreams, I'm livin in em' Got models with bottles of Dom in em' In a yacht by the dock a helicopter You can't and can't get a better offer
I'm the author of the American And yeah, my pen's made of green, I'm just an arrogant And when the ink my name is capitalized The capitalist still not for shit I a million, I made a million
Why am I inside? When everybody loves me, I feel lyin' Why, oh why, am I inside? My is on my money but my money's got me cryin'
Mister Lamborghini, Mister Bikini Now, you see me, now, you don't, call me Don meeny miney moe, help me catch a ho Money makin', dummy professional
I got a bank in the Caymans, never stay with the Pay the Gods off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 Hammers Manson with the Helter Skelter I'm playin' Vice City, in my bomb shelter
I felt a bit of satisfaction For the automatic, automated cash Which you get and you got if you're the ends you got a lot of bills but ain't got no sense (Cents)
Why am I suffering When everybody loves me, I feel 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? makes the world go round and around Dollar, dollar bill, ya'll love the
eat the rich they're the same as us I'm not sayin' money's bad, it's dangerous Like Angel it's addictive what you want and what the risk is
Why am I inside? When everybody loves me I feel lyin' Why are we so concerned with our If the root of evil, why are we still planting seeds?
Why are we planting seeds? Why are we still seeds?