Jon Doe - Nine

I make it on the humble, it’s marvelous

Sippin fine wine and Champagne

Smokin cannabis, 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

Macs 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?

Jon Doe, middle name money

Cream in abundance, 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

But with 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 three-ring circus and I ain’t no clown

I don’t find nothin funny livin without money

Gimme the wetbacks the green, the cream, the gusto

What I gotta do to be Jon Doe?

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

I go on and on like interest, 5% everyday

Gotta be payday, no time to slack

Keep the monkey off your back

Fight for your stack swing like a new jack

Why?

Cause life said so

Do what you gotta do to be Jon Doe