People like you
And I are much the same
Getting up in the morning
And traveling to work
We all have much the same problems
They all add up to much the same thing
Well relax
Go to the people who understand the language of money
Cops circle the block
Said he thought he saw a ghost
Black nigga driving
He wondered how he get his dough
So he pulled him over
Asked him for his registration
What he do for a living He wondered what's his occupation
NFL player Rap artist drug dealing
You got lucky and made it out without a nigga squealing
A little chuckle and then he replied I'm a doctor
And Real Estate Agent plus weekends I coach soccer
His cousin Marl
Just did a ten year bid and made it home without a scar
Locked up for a crime he didn't commit
Still he wore it well
Had a son by his childhood girlfriend Maribelle
He lucked up with a gig for like 60 a year
Finally proposed Told her just give him a year
Months later boss said it's something he should let him know
He lied on his application so he had to let him go
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Creflo Dollar
The heart of a Lion
The mind of a doctor
That's Umar Claud Anderson Boyce Watkins
You fools base wealth off the goals you can polly
A man's real wealth is to soul he embodied
Measured by his Good deeds but what about the newborn Stillborn
No chance to sin Do his soul still carry on
Or David Rothschild Wicked til he's old gray
Some say a devil Still died at an old age
Do he get to drink from the fountain and coexist
Is it an after life Do the soul exist
Or maybe this is it No heaven and no glory
Still even if it is when they retell your story
Make sure it's not of destruction hate and terror but for a better world
My wealth is life forever Rich Man
You made a lot of money out of your music
Money
I mean what is How much How much is a lot of money to you
Yeah that's a good question
Have you made say millions of dollars
No
Are you a rich man
When you mean rich What you mean
You have a lot of possessions A lot of money in the bank
Possessions make you rich
I don't I don't have no type of richness My richness (The Crack Factory)
I guarantee it
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People like you
And I are much the same
Getting up in the morning
And traveling to work
We all have much the same problems
They all add up to much the same thing
Well relax
Go to the people who understand the language of money
Cops circle the block
Said he thought he saw a ghost
Black nigga driving
He wondered how he get his dough
So he pulled him over
Asked him for his registration
What he do for a living He wondered what's his occupation
NFL player Rap artist drug dealing
You got lucky and made it out without a nigga squealing
A little chuckle and then he replied I'm a doctor
And Real Estate Agent plus weekends I coach soccer
His cousin Marl
Just did a ten year bid and made it home without a scar
Locked up for a crime he didn't commit
Still he wore it well
Had a son by his childhood girlfriend Maribelle
He lucked up with a gig for like 60 a year
Finally proposed Told her just give him a year
Months later boss said it's something he should let him know
He lied on his application so he had to let him go
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Creflo Dollar
The heart of a Lion
The mind of a doctor
That's Umar Claud Anderson Boyce Watkins
You fools base wealth off the goals you can polly
A man's real wealth is to soul he embodied
Measured by his Good deeds but what about the newborn Stillborn
No chance to sin Do his soul still carry on
Or David Rothschild Wicked til he's old gray
Some say a devil Still died at an old age
Do he get to drink from the fountain and coexist
Is it an after life Do the soul exist
Or maybe this is it No heaven and no glory
Still even if it is when they retell your story
Make sure it's not of destruction hate and terror but for a better world
My wealth is life forever Rich Man
You made a lot of money out of your music
Money
I mean what is How much How much is a lot of money to you
Yeah that's a good question
Have you made say millions of dollars
No
Are you a rich man
When you mean rich What you mean
You have a lot of possessions A lot of money in the bank
Possessions make you rich
I don't I don't have no type of richness My richness (The Crack Factory)
I guarantee it
And I are much the same
Getting up in the morning
And traveling to work
We all have much the same problems
They all add up to much the same thing
Well relax
Go to the people who understand the language of money
Cops circle the block
Said he thought he saw a ghost
Black nigga driving
He wondered how he get his dough
So he pulled him over
Asked him for his registration
What he do for a living He wondered what's his occupation
NFL player Rap artist drug dealing
You got lucky and made it out without a nigga squealing
A little chuckle and then he replied I'm a doctor
And Real Estate Agent plus weekends I coach soccer
His cousin Marl
Just did a ten year bid and made it home without a scar
Locked up for a crime he didn't commit
Still he wore it well
Had a son by his childhood girlfriend Maribelle
He lucked up with a gig for like 60 a year
Finally proposed Told her just give him a year
Months later boss said it's something he should let him know
He lied on his application so he had to let him go
Cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money
Creflo Dollar
The heart of a Lion
The mind of a doctor
That's Umar Claud Anderson Boyce Watkins
You fools base wealth off the goals you can polly
A man's real wealth is to soul he embodied
Measured by his Good deeds but what about the newborn Stillborn
No chance to sin Do his soul still carry on
Or David Rothschild Wicked til he's old gray
Some say a devil Still died at an old age
Do he get to drink from the fountain and coexist
Is it an after life Do the soul exist
Or maybe this is it No heaven and no glory
Still even if it is when they retell your story
Make sure it's not of destruction hate and terror but for a better world
My wealth is life forever Rich Man
You made a lot of money out of your music
Money
I mean what is How much How much is a lot of money to you
Yeah that's a good question
Have you made say millions of dollars
No
Are you a rich man
When you mean rich What you mean
You have a lot of possessions A lot of money in the bank
Possessions make you rich
I don't I don't have no type of richness My richness (The Crack Factory)
I guarantee it
Writer: Avishalom Levi
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