Letras
It's Your Mother's Favorite
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM
Gold rules everything around me
Kings
Dropping racks earning all the money
DREAMs
Money, money, money
Got me motivated
Got a degree in finance
Just to calculate it
Negotiated for the lowest
Car payment
Superhero to the money
All I do is save it
I'm on my Mr. Krabs
Dollars all I'm tryna grab
Chris Christie
With the fat stacks
Call me Santa Claus
How I get the bag
If the check is looking wrong
Then you know we tell the waiter
Run it back
But I'm nice with the tipping
I just don't budget
For the ice or the stripping
I don't have to pay women
To ride with me
I do not blow bills
I'm not Monica Lewinsky
So you got money in the bank
I throw a couple bands at the 401(k)
Everyone know you getting paid
But your pockets won't ever get fat
Unless you know how to save
Unless you know how to save
Throw it in the air
Make it look like rain
Better rake it up or else it all gon' fade
Pockets don't get fat
Unless you know how to save
Ain't nothing more important
Than the mula
Ain't nothing more important
Than the mula
Cop a private jet
So you can fly it out to Cuba
With some women wanna scuba
And then treat you like a loofah
Every breakfast decadent
Prices all irrelevant
Buy an elephant for the heck of it
Rappers all want dead presidents
But Benjamin Franklin
Wasn't elected idiots
So you don't keep it 100
I show up looking fresh
In something Banana Republic