Money, money, money, money, money What else 183rd Street Uh, I retired the buckets, retired the phones Retired rugbys, my closet's a retirement home Niggas hate because it's cool, they admire the flow Put the money in something positive, might've been on I'm talkin' million dollar dreams when I'm on the phone Reality driven, nigga, I'm settin' the tone I'm talkin' money, money, money, money, money Ain't no real price for my poems, I'm in the zone Might text Virgil for real Might just Tunecore, ain't heard of a deal Might just lay back, smoke some herbal and chill Might hit the dealer, cop a convertible steel, uh Every joint, I give a murderous feel It's Ringside, king side, as I competitor kill Money, money, money, money, money Yeah, nigga The Butcher comin', nigga Look, I been grindin' my whole life, still chasin' a number But I won't chase a bitch unless her face on a hundred Smoke in front of a crowd, type of gangsters I run with Niggas won't be allowed in the places I hung in Uh, need the million dollar bag like I'm with Virgil Hit you with the bag, make your skin purple My man down bad for attempt murder My white bitch from Calabasas got 10 surgeries Get 'em this color? You gotta hit Japan Got dope slammin' white like Vince McMahon My mom said, "Your future bright, you gotta pick your friends" But I trapped all night and went and picked the Benz, uh Haters got quiet when I got a bigger house My next move gon' have the headlines standin' out Every verse sound raw when I spit it out That's why all the fans appalled when I get announced Uh, I was a dope boy with coke dreams 'Til the feds ran down on the whole things Blue strip hundreds, no green Griselda got the game in the dope fiends Let's go It's not what I'm up to [?] It's what it all comes down to And what it all comes down to is this Money isn't everything, it's the only thing And everyone, everyone has a price for the Million Dollar Man Hahahaha