Jon Doe Lyrics - Singles - Nine

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 ain't no clown 

I don't find nothin funny livin without money 

Gimme the wetbacks the green, the cream, the gusto 

Chorus 2x 

See that greenback, got my name on it 

Doggone it, I want it 

All and then some, and love wet income like I love redrum 

Everybody wan heaven, I wan dough 24/7 

365 annual with the manual instructions 

Directions for corruptions, what's your function? 

Save the dumb shit for jim carrey, and the real love for mary 

I go on and on like interest, 5% everyday 

Gotta be payday, no time to slack 

Keep the monkey off your back 

Fight for your stack swing like a newjack 

Why? cause life said so 

Do what you gotta do to be jon doe 

Chorus 2x