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