(Smoking and coughing) I never wanted to work for motherfuckers That told me what to do, so I did my own thing Sometimes shit got thick, but I made it through Now I'm stacking chips every time the phone rings I'm in a world of liars and connivers Caught between fires, dope dealing suppliers But I must maintain, think on a level much higher This shit ain't worth a twenty-five to lifer People always asking me how I made it in this trade Paparazzi got my biz front page But I all got to say is This is good livin The fast cars and women This shit gets the bills paid (Chorus) People of the world, what we living for That money, fast money People of the world, what we dying for That money, fast money Everybody's going crazy for That money, fast money Speaking of which, can I get some of your money, cash money (End chorus) How many niggas can say they got their own Got their shit together Got a nice stash to do whatever All you sitting at home Hating on the next man that's making cheddar Trying to get his shit together I dreamed of hitting licks, when I first got in the mix When back when DJ's was heavy in the crates, for brakes And ain't a damn thing changed
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