I've got it made thats what I'm talking about

Going down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out

Going down to the dealers buy myself a brand new car

So me and my lady can ride

Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack

Grey range black Ac'

Put a half a stack out just to get a stack back

Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants

Back when"fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant

It started out about a boy like Hugh Grant

Now I'm a young man doin things you can't

But you can't call me Champagne Charlie

I campaign hardly

My damn chain glitter ruby red

The type of s**t that leave your hand stained scarlet

I live it, thought you knew this

I swear that we been through this

Your boyfriends future plans got 'em on todays to-do list

Cause he rollin wit more squares then you would find up on a rubix

Bingo, money ain't a thing ho

That prometh with that sprite and jolly rancher so flamingo

I ain't speaking in code real niggas they know the lingo

Cause when I'm in the spot it's popping like Christopher's single

If ya'll dont like me then (you must hate money, money)

Guaranteed if you had it to spare you could probably comprehend im just sayin man (you must hate money, money)

They be gettin jealous when you paid, savin everything they made, I keep thnkin that (you must hate money, money)

Telling people my image is lame, and im whats wrong with the game, but im feelin like (you must hate money, money)

Considering everywhere I go got couple grand to blow man you know

Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker

Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker(so)

I'm in that big boy 550 s-class

I hit the gas and watch them hoes waving through the glass

Pimp glass im riding new in 2008 (say what)

I hit them hoes and send em home, you take em on a date

That white gucci ticker let em know there's money here

I grip the grain and sit on seats thats made of cashmere

5 karats in my ear, you see them hoes jock?

Bitch theres a whole lota rocks up in this powder watch

I'm writin letters to the pen for my brother irving

Send him a picture of that drop with me in it swervin

Hotter than a B***h rock, Cooler than some ice cream

Gotta feed myself I'm up here living in a dream

My cadillac mean but my 88 a beast

If bein fly against the law B***h call the po-lice

Stacks on deck, lac's mounted on D's

I dont trust you so make sure you count it all please

And once its all there, then that put me at ease

And these niggas just mad cause they account is on freeze

Baby pay attention please, I'm more coordinated then a dance team

Its my turn, my turn like advance green

My true religion is money, check out the pant seams

I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream

And I just want the paper

My momma trying to go to rome and I just wanna take her

Im tryin to figure what the los angle is like a laker

So I can be on beaches with my niggas in jamaica

I say 'baby get low', You just getting by

They hating cause my swagger at a all time high

Shit its a damn shame homie I dont even try

Get money mofo is all you hear me reply