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[Verse 1] I sent my demo to the demons up at Warner Brothers Now they say they wanna sign me - lyin motherfuckers I know I'm gettin got, but shit I need a start I'll renegotiate, once I hit the charts But now I kick back, and enjoy the ride Spend my advance, and swallow my pride I could still be living at home But instead I'm fucking bad bitches living on my own [Hook x2] He told me sign on the line with my life He told me that I'd had the time of my life Hey yo, I never met this man in my life But holy SHIT! Hot damn, he was right! [Verse 2] I make big money, I drive big cars These crackers never seen a nigga play the guitar We selling out shows, when the group perform They treat black rock bands like unicorns Now I'm doing porn, but not professionally And every city got the finest chick blessing me And what's the recipe? Just do you FUCK The Rolling Stones, and FUCK U2 [Hook] [Verse 3] It happens so fast, that I can't believe it Between the pills and the lean, I still think I'm dreaming I meet idols, people I looked up to Some are assholes, some are fucking cool I'm just another dude who lived the dream and made it big Now everybody wants to party with the famous kids Now I'm standing on tables in the V.I.P I think I'm 2Pac, I think I'm B.I.G [Hook] [Bridge] Money, money, money, money, money, money, money (Cash!) Money, money, money, money, money, money, money (Cash!) Money, money, money, money, money, money, money (Cash!) Money, money, money, money, money, money, money (CRASH!) [Interlude] So it's like you on tour, everything is beautiful You living this dream, it's, nothing like you ever done (FUCK - THAT - SHIT!) Or you're seein shit you never seen before And you're kinda insulated in this bubble Of this repetitive cycle where you wake up, do the same songs For the same crowd of people in a different city (FUCK - THAT - SHIT!) But it's the same shit everyday, then all of the sudden The tour's over, and you're back home And you're just trying to go back to be the nigga you was before And your homies are like, "Man.. (FUCK - THAT - SHIT!)" (FUCK - THAT - SHIT!) [Verse 4] Back in the hood, fresh off tour I'm with my boys and we're walking to the corner store Fuck is everybody asking me for money for? So I give a little, but they ask for more Yeah I'll sign that, yeah I'll take a flick But some of you motherfuckers really think you're slick You ain't getting over, I ain't a sucka nigga My big homey tried to warn me 'bout you fuck niggas I'm 'bout my real homies, who woulda stuck with me Now they wanna get paid to roll to the club with me Cause I'm getting money, ain't that a bitch Y'all ain't getting nothing - (FUCK - THAT - SHIT!) We grew up together, on the same shit Yeah I'm getting money, but I ain't rich Even if I was, man I'd never switch Y'all ain't getting nothing - (FUCK - THAT - SHIT!)
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