money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize nigga, Chris
on the sunset strip in the mornin' Ain't nothing like the smell of tofu and high dollar wine They said maybe all of them cars locking down the I-5 Yeah
be the one Be the one who resides in my arms Who am I kidding? To dream...never winning It's 5:00 and there's no super or a star They're the mirrors
yourself, why am I not having paper Why am I not rich and, am I living by the rules Am I applying myself, why does Lil' O keep winning Because I work