featuring Masta Ase O.C.

Intro: Masta Ace

Yeah just like I was sayin

things are same all over

it dont matter where you come from

east coast west coast T dot O dot down south

you gotta keep rollin if you gonna get thru all this

[Masta Ace]

yo yo I makes green backs of mean tracks

it seems that life aint nuttin but phat cars

and green stack 2 storeys high

I wouldnt wanna die

po broke and lonely, no joke Im only

a hop jump and skip, from 30, gotta get my hands dirty

if I wanna see cash thats gon last

I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart

wheres the math, gotta go for broke witout a cast

aint shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes

we floats flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers

crack makers never left the neighbourhood

cash rules everything except me

thats what cream mean, dont rule the rhyme

on valentines day nigga, you still couldnt find

the heart to try to step to, fuck wit

mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin nigga and lets get

all this dough like Pillbury and I still bury

wack rappers in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year to

and my tongue will tear you

keep rollin in dough and son I hear you

Chorus

Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see

what all life can be

(what you gonna do when your mind gets old)

[Saukrates]

(make money)the slogn of ghetto dwellers in such

(take money)the phrase of an organized bank rush

sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone

interceptin drug carriers and takin they home

popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck

solidify your cash, your the biggest guy

gotta tooken out,

the bitch caught