| Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M | 
| It’s a new year, dolla dolla bill y’all, yup! | 
| Get that money yup! | 
| Dolla dolla bill y’all, yup! | 
| Get that money yup! | 
| Dolla dolla bill, yup yup! | 
| Yesss — it’s the return of the young hustle | 
| A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle | 
| Me I’d rather do my lip lashin', when the chips cash in | 
| Then you might see me on the strip flashin' | 
| Like Vegas lights, and they say I shine Vegas bright | 
| Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight | 
| So shit, gettin' hit in my leg is light | 
| I mean it coulda been a 2Pac Vegas night | 
| Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening | 
| «Baby you okay?» | 
| I mean well I’m breathin' | 
| Hell I’m even, bosser than I left | 
| The money ain’t right then I toss you to the left | 
| Yesss, to the left, to the left | 
| Everything is hustle to the death for the F- | 
| -A-B baby, they be lazy | 
| Gucci straightjacket cause I may be crazy | 
| Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper | 
| This a new year but I recycle for the paper | 
| If green talks, then I’m the Geico with the paper | 
| So have my check right, no typos with the paper please | 
| They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game | 
| That’s why they money go, quicker than a crack high | 
| My money stack high, how high? | 
| Shaq high | 
| Yao high, that’s why, yours is Bow Wow high | 
| You lookin at your new hustle, like your last hustle | 
| Was looked at as Russell, in my past hustle | 
| Shorty work it, she be on her ass hustle | 
| She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles | 
| Fast rush you, then back to the money | 
| They say I’m frontin, can’t turn my back to the money | 
| And truthfully you’re cool but I’m attracted to money | 
| So why don’tcha turn your back to the money and let it shake | 
| I’m lovin how you move that smooth, you let it snake | 
| But players don’t chase at it baby we let it make | 
| Bet it make sense when you make them dollars | 
| I ain’t gotta make them move, but I make them holla | 
| This my year, but y’all can help me celebrate | 
| I’m 9:15, that means I’m hella straight | 
| Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks | 
| I’m back for my money, it’s just they luck | 
| Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air | 
| Let me see it up, let, let me see it up | 
| LADIES~! | 
| Money in the air, m-m-money in the URR-URR | 
| Money in the air, money in the air | 
| Let me see it up, nigga you don’t need that dough | 
| Nigga you don’t need that dough… |