[Hook: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all
[Verse 1]
Three things on this planet mean the world to me
Those are money, power and some f**in' girls, you see?
I got a planet in my palm and a world to see
And with my own persona, I've gotta pearl to seed
Cause, listen, we're top notch, chilling in top spot
Cool 'em down, if rappers think they're hot shots
We ice 'em like cold scotch and the rocks on my top watch
I ride around in whips that have a WiFi hotspot
My great co*k, hang like Flavor Flav's clock
Got so many girls around me, it's a f**in' day job
My rise on testosterone, hits comin' like A-Rod
So when the stakes are high, you'd better make the stakes drop
Cause you're never gonna win, you're never gonna win
When you see our ladies roll up, then you know that I'm the man
No east or westside, I'm closer to West-Berlin
But my pockets on Hamburgers, cause they got them double chins
And all day, you can have it your way
Every single day is a mothaf**in' abroad day
And you can never call me fraud based, f** with me on wrong days
And I part away with God's ways
M
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Can somebody call a coroner, this beat just pa**ed
He's barely dead two minutes man, the meat's still fresh
Homie brought the spliff, light that sh** real fast
One hit, two hit, then that weed get pa**ed
You can't outsmoke me, I'm from the weed country
Amsterdam, I represent, city of weed junkies
My whole clique eating good, you know, that's that meal money
Gold pieces, my only weakness, that achilles heel money
Every night, I hit the club and make it rain and storm
sh**'s packed with b**hes with an Instagram of make up on
This ho take suicide shots, I call her Eva Braun
She wanna get all nasty with it, I just play along
Uh, I'm so ahead of my time
I speak directly to my children, every time that I rhyme
At the start of my career, but getting paid like my prime
For every penny for my thoughts, my label paid me a dime
And that's why
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Your money, girls and friends and everything plus your Benz
Is gonna fade away when the public budget its spends
Cause you ain't got no real fans and you ain't got no real friends
Your shine long as a Vine, cause you only follow lil' trends
You make one catchy hook, one catchy hook
Then write some easy a** verses, sh** everybody can do
You slowly move up to the top, start broading a brand too
But you ain't there to stay, your ink's just a water tattoo
I know I'm only at the bottom, but the top's near
Take shots, but you rappers I do not fear
Patron shots here, get yourself a Bock beer
Boast so many whips, you'd think I'm hosting Top Gear
I spy with my little eye, no rappers as hot as I
I spit burned saliva, boy, you rappers as hot as ice
T-shirt be all coco white, I don't mean the model wife
I'll be ordering Hennessy by the Melchior bottle size
Uhh, every knee shall bow on my arrival
The prince of princes but the M doesn't stand for Michael
I pray my idols will some day be my rivals
My little black rhyming book is thicker than the Bible
Amen and hallelujah
Praise yours truly