Money Mondays

I'm so paid

She said, "Young, why your voice so hoarse?"
I just sound like money baby I should've been a Porsche
Paint lookin like a sugar-free Red Bull
I'm so paid, you know I keep a pocketful
Ha ha, and that's before the taxes
Took my whole gross, now they hid it under my mattress
I used to get bored, count 20's for practice
Paper therapy, we let the money relax us
Gold chains 'round my neck just like Michael Phelps
I made a killin in the water, killin with the water
Against all odds and I will not stop
They tried keep me on bottom but I prefer the top
And my project chick I moved her next to Joc
She said the house was too small, I moved her next the block
So baby get yourself up, I need an extra block
I told her "Do the speed limit, no extra stops"
And that's why

(via j.jenkins)