Letras
Don't believe I'm living it up, the pimp cups actually
To the brim, dudes is mad with me
Act'in up much like an awards with the Academy
They comment so dramatically
Like oh woe is me, stay abreast like hosiery
Knowing damn well they've chosen me
Cause I'm so arrogant, how I lay back lavishly
I'm in the patch where the cabbage be
I lace chicks like Cagney
Orchestrate a climax tight as those of Carnegie
Believe I'm living it up accordingly
Year one, two point five reportedly
But the numbers get skewed like ya'll rap dudes integrity
What I die for is equities
Play the strip, next night probably overseas
Ya'll don't wanna live life like me, do ya
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for
I'm living where the coast is clear
If not for the yacht, you would not know the coast was here
Sip Scotch under chandeliers
On the rocks, near the beach you could find me taking off brassieres
I live for, putting an end to new careers
And a nine, in front of the m, if you dare
Greed is my only fear
Do or die, mentality will not permit me to share
I've since, grown accustomed to things custom
A dash, with about ten or more functions
Elbow rubs amongst corporate luncheons
I'm smug, what I hear in so may assumptions
Like, he's making me sick, far too consumed with chips
No way he could be that rich
But, I could understand why his nicknames son of a bitch
He lives for everything we wish
I'm trying to make money, long money, money
I ain't got time to play, no time
My backs near the wall, ain't much else to say
Except what I live for, live for