My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy

So much gold that jewelry don't phase me

Coroless phone,eight or nine homes

Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones

Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin'

Known around the world for my high post groomin'

Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher

Got a girl who lives in Paris

When I want her I beep her

Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls

1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose

I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it

But pimpin' ain't easy

But somebody gotta do it

My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash

No more room in my diamond stash

Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task

Gold knobs on my benzo dash

Five freaks just to comb my hair

Monograms on my underwear

Bodyguards around so please don't dare

You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare

Livin' my life is just so hard to do

Makin' deals a million one or two

Buyin' new cars for my entire crew

Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue

Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long

Could never go broke because my banks too strong

No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong

And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song

But somebody's gotta do it

When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard

Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard

Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly

Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly

Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said

Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed

So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter

To my jet and catch a midnight flight

So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom

Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun

Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run

And there ain't nothin' in the word

That me an "E" ain't done

But somedody gotta do it