作词 : Bob J. McNeil
作曲 : Bob J. McNeil
It's for my niggas in the double three six
Duffle bag muh****as hittin licks/ pulling tricks
with the Ace out/ gettin pay out/ from different sources
when each meal is four courses/ of course it's more
more money/ more horses
pardon that/ but Cadillacs never felt like porsches 
and porches never felt center stage
so while y'all hate/ I do more shit/ I need more shit
I think I'm addicted/ to the feeling of winning
The feeling you get when the nigga is um
make'em wait until you're paid by the minute
Let me finish/ back to business
I had visions of ****ing these centerfolds 
then postin' pretty toes/ in the south of france
Flutes in hand/ making trans-am transaction
shake hands then start back/ life in action/ like
lights and cameras/ like/ a martyr's dream
Niggas die and become marketing schemes
any mark with a team can benefit
profit over benefits/ the rules have switched
Niggas gotta get/ paid by any means
the grave is many things/ to a broke *****
or a chick with too many names
I keep it simple and plain
you just wanna be great
I just gotta get paid
so stay the **** out the way