(Smoking and coughing)   I never wanted to work for motherfuckers   that told me what to do, so I did my own thing   Sometimes shit got thick, but I made it through   Now I'm stacking chips every time the phone rings   I'm in a world of liars and connivers    Caught between fires, dope dealing suppliers   But I must maintain, think on a level much higher   This shit ain't worth a twenty-five to lifer   People always asking me how I made it in this trade   Paparazzi got my biz front page   But I all got to say is   This is good livin    The fast cars and women   This shit gets the bills paid   (chorus)   People of the world, what we living for   That money, fast money   People of the world, what we dying for   That money, fast money    Everybody's going crazy for    That money, fast money   Speaking of which, can I get some of your money, cash money   (end chorus)   How many niggas can say they got their own   Got their shit together    Got a nice stash to do whatever   All you sitting at home    Hating on the next man that's making cheddar   Trying to get his shit together   I dreamed of hitting licks, when I first got in the mix   When back when DJ's was heavy in the crates, for brakes   And ain't a damn thing changed   (incomplete)