I went out in my pajamas
It still cost a thousand dollars, what the fuck
Linda Evangelista, the bitch of my dreams
I might meet her today
The gas repugnant, my waist four hundred
The bank abundant, I feel like Ted Bundy
I fucked up like thirty, was tripping

She wanted to fuck for my fashion
So go get a magnum, I'm grabbing the 'matic
The paper been stacking
They wonder what happened when work and the talent a mix
My fit cost a brick, that mean racks on it
She gon' dance on the dick like a pole dancer
Pure Money my feet, just like cocaine
She gon' fuck wit' me, I can't say the same
Thеy gon' always say that the money changed mе
Fuck around, and the money changed me
Fuck around, I'm a money addict
And the comma add to my addiction
Fuck around with a goth hoe
Put a spell on me, I'm afflicted
She like my paper or my wisdom
I'm feeling enamored, she glamorous
She kill me now, it's gon' be alright
In the graveyard it's a long night
Dead man walking
Dead man walking
Dead man walking
Dead man walking
Dead man walking
Dead man walking
Dead man walking
Dead man walking