Doin' it for the money
M-O-N-E-Y
But you can't take it with you when you die

I live for the Jew-els and whippin' the Benz
Sport rugged wearin'
Make a foe turn friend

My Horrible D
Lived strictly by the street
And I'm a push and mush MD

My squad thinks
We road in harmony like grits
A magnet to beats
So I'm brought up in the mix

I gotta have it
Then president addict
These as the masters
I also like the plastics