I make it on the humble it's marvelous
sippin fine wine and Champagne
Smokin cannibis poor folks don't understand this
Helicopter rides first class airline flights
50 pairs of Nike's two gold mics
a spot in the hills to stash all my bills
Givin hookers chills like ice water drippin down their back
I stack paper like flapjacks
Macks to protect what I earn
My pocket hold the safe combination
to the great paper Chase, gettin money
I learned as a youth from a drug dealer with a gold tooth
I was the lookout on the project roof
A little shorty out to make somethin outta himself
Get the wealth put it on the shelf right next to the silver spoon
I never had growin up, what's luck?
I never met him, and if I met him, I wouldn't sweat him
I'd be out to get him, probably wet him, stick him up
Take his whole cash flow
What I gotta do to be Jon Doe?
Chorus (x2):
Jon Doe, middle name money
Cream in the ?, thousands of hundreds
Cash rules, God's seek the twelve jewels
I get 40 below so call me Jon Doe
Everything I desire requires cream
This American dream is a nightmare in disguise
Nice guys finish last
No surprise, Life is one big mean streak
I seek the fortune comes the coffin very often
So I gotta gets mine legal
Look out for my niggas with the root of all evil
Push comes to shove I rise above nonsense with material
Made it this long it's a miracle
Whip yourself into shape, get up and fight for yours
Die for yours, kill for yours, lie for yours
Put your paws on the money like the dog you are
Do it for your moon and your star
Cause life is a 3 ring circus and I aint no clown
I don't find nothin funny
