Jon Doe

I make it on the humble it's marvelous

sippin fine wine and Champagne

Smokin cannibis poor folks don't understand this

Helicopter rides first class 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

Macks 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 jewels

I get 40 below so call me Jon Doe

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 niggas 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, kill 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 3 ring circus and I aint no clown

I don't find nothin funny