I’m gettin’ rich 
Hey yo George, you ain’t gotta be poor no more 
Go ahead and splurge on movies at the porno store 
Go ahead and buy yourself a new pair of sneakers 
This [bad word] studio needs a new pair of speakers 
Turn it up, my apartment is [bad word] up 
Look at my furniture 
I’ve been so broke and hungry that I would’ve murdered ya 
Just for a coin, just for a bottle or a joint 
Look at me now, I’ve got so many models on my groin 
What’s the point? I can only [bad word] one at a time 
Maybe two at a time, [bad word] it, three at a time 
Strip linguini and prime 
Get it for free in your mind 
Imagine the first time you ever see when you’re blind (I can see!) 
I couldn’t imagine as a have-not having 
I’m in a bad spot grabbing and I hope it really lasts this time 
Out of the [bad word] cause I have worked like a dog 
I have not been a quitter
 [bad word] x 2]

Listen close to every word I utter 
You can almost hear me rising right out of the gutter, the gutter 
Rich man, poor man, now I got a sick scam 
Spit man, spit man, poor man, rich man

[Verse 2]

Money don’t  buy you happiness, is that your advice? Thanks 
It does when you’re broke. [bad word] [bad word] I like banks 
Even Tyra, I really do admire her 
But if she was working for me and losing me loot then I would fire her 
Believe that, put your hands up where I can see that 
Where’s a paper fiend, where’s the [bad word] greed at? 
The white turns to green, green turns to white 
So how many dollar bills we’re gonna earn tonight? 
The world spins but only money can turn your life around 
They thought you were ugly before but [bad word] like you now 
Like, “Hi. What’s your name?” 
My name is cocaine 
They love hip hop and know Slaine 
It’s simple and so plain 
Nymphos with no name drop bills with no change 
It won’t change, my mental’s deranged and so strange 
I know the real deal, I ain’t no dummy 
Cause nobody loves you when you’re a nobody with no money
 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 3]

In this life all you’ve got is your balls and your [bad word] 
When they got Gucci shoes and big holes in your socks  [bad word] hot with their hips, when I roll and I rock  [bad word] authority and the cops patrolling the block 
When I was a teen I had trouble controlling the schnapps 
Now I’m twenty-seven and I pack heat, holding the glocks 
I’ve got bloody knuckles from giving kids swollen up knots 
I’m banned from the clubs but show up to the shows to bust shots 
And this attitude isn’t the one that paid me dummy 
But when I knocked your [bad word] out that’s what made me money 
I talk about it on the record and they say, “He’s funny.” 
That’s why I’m about to cake off as big as Jay-Z, sonny 
You can count on Slaine to spit you something crazy, hunny 
So all the hate and angry looks are all gravy for me 
From when I started, they said this [bad word] is impossible 
Now I’m colossal, bet your bottom dollar on me, I got you
 [bad word] x 2]