Man, I remember growing up
Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars
I see nobody there


Now I hope these $#&@ ^!$$%s get better
Start my tino nella

You ^!$$%s gonna need him

Counting all the cash, my ^!$$%s all in here

You ain't gotta ask
We been balling all year
Uh cuz ain't no sunshine when your cheese gone

When your cheese gone

Money be the root of evil

Hanging on the block with dirty eagle
Around fiends with dirty needles
The lawyers fee so they never keep you

Broken dreams what the ^!$$%s feed you

Watch the game from the tour, that's 4 seats

Act like they never knew you, now they all speak
Rain wrist, watch and chain, that's a 4 piece
Seen murder so bad they needed 4 sheets


Satisfaction when I made his head spin
A 57 spun, it made him do the back spin

My pipe smoke more than the crack heads
Biv him up to God he then high as permanent
Ain't no sunshine when the money gone

Me and my wrist shinin, about 20 homes
Had 40 homies, about 20 gone
^!$$%s buying cars, taking out 20 loans


Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large
Figured I'd stay around longer and make a couple M's

Drunk hissy ^!$$%s, hold me while I stumble of
You ^!$$%s hatin so hard I need 20 tips


Yea, bird ^!$$%s just food for my Desert Eagle
Eat til it's all gone, there's no running to the people
Nightmares, cold sweats, I'm trippin

My worst fear is being broke like you, it's forbidden

It's forbidden, I be in the cold stuntin

Pole spendin with the hustle, made a pole lift
The reason why you held measure
In the crib with no clothes cuz the ^!$$% crib for poes listed

40 long nose, Scott Pippen
Start fishin, where the blue seats? Top missin
Count money, breakin down, we're the same motion

Shark in the tank, a small fish in the ocean

Collect calls from the pimps, talking through receivers

Now a ^!$$% done blew up like Hiroshima
Why body blowin, Cali rollin through Medina
Bout a hundred racks soakin in the joint cleaner

Try your hardest not to snitch but your (*##$ subpoenaed
3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season
Collect calls from the pimps talking through the glass

Cuz I ran up in yo crib talkin through a mass

Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe

Dirty New York ^!$$%s get that dough like
The $#&@ else is they to do?
$#&@ a dumb (*##$ and getting dumb rich making fowl moves

Keep my pits clean so I never get kept
With parole, kiss me, it's too much to miss
Out here in the fast lane

You must be %#@!tin me
I wait til champagne


Now I hope these $#&@ ^!$$%s get better
Start my tino nella
You ^!$$%s gonna need him


Counting all the cash, my ^!$$%s all in here
You ain't gotta ask
^!$$%s been balling all year
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

When she's gone gone

Aye
You know you know who you real ^!$$%s is when you're down to your last 5 dollars and you get that
4 dollar nickel bag and a dozen

It's some nasty %#@!
On the flip side of the coin
You know what
What a real ^!$$% is
When he did some real money

And that's how you show me how you really flip
Ya know what I mean?
Back at the end of the day
Lot of these ^!$$%s wasn't ballin before they started rappin
And a lot of ^!$$%s started rappin after they was ballin

!@&@e boys baby
From the back blocks for real