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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I want it all I want the money, the fame, and the cars I want to sit real high in my new high rise While she cooking me dinner I puff my cigar My neck big, need a chain to go with it Couple rings like I run the Olympics My lips big, give me green That I've been spendin' Kinda like my dick, put it in, and she feel it Oh man, it's the big boy in it Roll blunts, like my head been spinnin' Won't sell my soul, but you know I'm going to get it Riches in the sky, thank God, I got a first class ticket I'm in the booth, no exhibit I like my women exquisite in the beach house chilling We playing bocce or cricket We all saints that been sinning Take that face off, bitch We really in it, no gimmicks (Ahhhh) I'm writing notes to the devil himself I'm on my knees fucking bleeding, asking God for help I see all the money trees burning up in hell On a leash held back, trying to scramble through the ashes of wealth Greed lust leads to loss of trust And brothers made a truce see each other in disgust Blind faith, I let it follow the way But I'm going to keep an eye open Because I can see all them snakes And I'm slamming every door You can't keep up the pace I'm choosing money over happiness like any day (Any fucking day) I want it all I want the money, the fame, and the cars I want to sit real high in my new high rise While she cooking me dinner I puff my cigar My neck big, need a chain to go with it Couple rings like I run the Olympics Lips big, give me green that I be spendin' Kind of like my dick, put it in and she feel it My mama worried about me It's going to be OK I'm going to give you the world with this grief on my face And I wish I stuck around so the memories stay I'm in a drug fueled money hunt my heart can't take And as the sun goes down, then my sanity fades So when they ask me if I'm good, no, I'm not I'm paid I see red in the faces that's blue My money counter blowing up like my phone at noon This paper be the downfall of you The scale seeming off till you see it's a plague Because the balance bounces back and forth to make you stay It's fucking cold where I live up in this mountain range Keeping warm, making moves like I'm flipping the page I need it I need it all I need it I need it I scream it I need it all I need it I need it I scream it I want it all I want the money, the fame, and the cars I want to sit real high In my new high rise while she cooking me dinner I puff my cigar My neck big, need a chain to go with it Couple rings like I run the Olympics Lips big give me green I been spending Kind of like my dick put it in and she