(Intro)
Ive got it made thats what im talking about,
Goin down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out, Goin down to the dealers buy myself a brand new car So me nd my Lady can Riiiide


(Drake Verse 1)
Check,

I wish you coulda seen me back in high school,
Backpack grey range black ac'
put a half stack out just to get a stack back,

Double that school dance,
Fresh jakes new pants,
back when f**k (*##$es get money was the new chant,

It started out about a boy like hue grant,
Now im a young man doin things you cant,
but you cant call me Champagne Charlie,

i campaign hardly,
my damn chain glitter ruby red
the type of %#@! that leave your hand stained scarlet

i live it, thought you knew this,
i swear that we been through this,
your boyfriends future plans got him on todays to-do list,

cause he rollin wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix, bingo
money aint a thing ho
that prometh with that sprite and jolly rancher so flamingo

i aint speakin in code really cause they know the lingo
cause when im in the spot its poppin like christopher's single


(Drake Chorus)
If ya'll dont like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guarenteed if you had it to spare you could probably comprehend im just sayin man (you must hate money, money)

They be gettin jealous when you paid, savin everything they made, i keep thnkin that (you must hate money, money)
Tellin people my image is lame, and im whats wrong with the game, but im feelin like (you must hate money, money)
Considerin everywhere i go got couple grand to blow man you know


(Rich Boy Verse 2)
Hey

Im flya then a mou-f**a,
haters wanna see me dead like Tom Tucker
(so)

im in that big boy 550 s-class
i hit the gas and watch them hoes wavin throught the glass
pimp glass im ridin new in 2008

(say what)
i hit them hoes and send em home
you take em on a date

that white gucci ticker let em know theres money here
i grip the cline and sit on seats thats made of cashmere
5 karats in my ear, you see them hoes jock?

(*##$ theres a whole lota rocks up in this powder watch
im writin letters to the pen for my brother irving
send him a picture of that drop with me in it swervin

hotter than a (*##$ rock
cooler than some ice cream
gotta feed myself im up here livin in a dream

my cadillac mean but my 88 a beast
if bein fly against the law (*##$ call the po-lice


(Drake Chorus)
If ya'll dont like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guarenteed if you had it to spare you could probably comprehend im just sayin man (you must hate money, money)

They be gettin jealous when you paid, savin everything they made, i keep thnkin that (you must hate money, money)
Tellin people my image is lame, and im whats wrong with the game, but im feelin like (you must hate money, money)
Considerin everywhere i go got couple grand to blow man you know


(Drake Verse 3)
Stacks on deck, lac's mounted on D's

i dont trust you so make sure you count it all please
and once its all there
then that put me at ease

and these ^!$$%s just mad cause they account is on freeze
baby pay attention please
im more coordinated then a dance team

its my turn, my turn like advance green
my true religion is money, check out the pant seams
i got cash in my palm i call it haand cream

and i just want the paper,
my momma tryin to go to rome and i just wanna take her
im tryin to figure what the los angle is like a laker
so i can be on beaches with my ^!$$%s in jamaica
i say 'baby get low'

you just gettin by
they hatin cause my swagger at a all time high
%#@! its a damne shame homie i dont even try
get money $$^^*& is all you hear me reply


(Drake Chorus)
If ya'll dont like me then (you must hate money, money)
Guarenteed if you had it to spare you could probably comprehend im just sayin man (you must hate money, money)
They be gettin jealous when you paid, savin everything they made, i keep thnkin that (you must hate money, money)
Tellin people my image is lame, and im whats wrong with the game, but im feelin like (you must hate money, money)

Considerin everywhere i go got couple grand to blow man you know


Thanks to Christian Domenech for these lyrics