Nine
Nine - Jon Doe lyrics
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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 livin without money Gimme the wetbacks the green, the cream, the gusto Chorus 2X See that greenback, got my name on it Doggone it, I want it All and then some, and love wet income like I love redrum Everybody wan heaven, I wan dough 24/7 365 annual with the manual instructions Directions for corruptions, what's your function? Save the dumb shit for Jim Carrey, and the Real Love for Mary