Cash makes the world go round, spin
Don't I look like money, that's my twin
Gettin' money, like it's going out of style
I keep throwing it up, like it's bile
Got cash all over me, like it's a rash
You better chase that paper, stack that cash
Start it up like the kick-off, I'm the punter
I'm looking for the bucks, like a dear hunter
Lunatic with the paper, money-crazy
I sit back and count it, they call me lazy
Countin' all this money gave me paper cuts
Pockets' on full, fatter than donkey butts
I got eight figures, like I was ice skatin'
That's figure eight's, you know what I'm relatin'
I got bands, not the ones on your wrist
Yellow canary jewels, same color as piss
No manners, go to the bathroom when you pissed
Mad at me 'cause me and your girlfriend kissed?
She's curious, wanna know how money taste
Your chick's gone, like the T.V. show, 'Without-A-Trace'
Just like the problems, money comes with females
I'm bringing in all this paper from street sales