Lyrics:

The kids want hits
I hope I don't hit them to hard with this
I think I got a good shot
Like any lable of it
I'm going in
And I'm 'bout to never come out again
And if I do
Nothing will be the same

Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
It merely changes the game

On a sunrise four years ago was the first time I saw my son's eyes
I'm the father of god, the son of god, and the brother of Jesus Christ
Amen, put your hands together
Let them clap (5x), this is how we pray, the fuck did y'all say?
That's what I thought, nothing that I need I don't already got
And all I know: This life is like a rodeo
It beats me down, I get back up
And say I never get enough

Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
It merely changes the game

Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs

Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame