Rob Lewis - Jon Doe lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 cla** 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? [Chorus] (x2) Jon Doe, middle name money Cream in the [?], thousands of hundreds Cash rules, God's seek the twelve j**els I get 40 below so call me Jon Doe [Verse 2] 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 n***as 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, k** 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 sh** 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 [Chorus]