My life style's crazy, I'm luxury lazy   So much gold that jewelry don't phase me   Cordless 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   1000 Watt system and my speakers are Bose   I kick it like a champ, I thought 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 Ferrari's, E's black, mine's blue      Can't swim a lap in my pool 'cause 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      Now 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 Humphrey and a maid named Milly      "Mink sheets on my bed", that's what I said   Gourmet chefs in my kitchen 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 tonne   Gotta leave this 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 somebody's gotta do it