Married to the models in the rain

Married to the models in the rain

Married to the models in the rain

Married to the models in the rain, rain

Money over bitches every day

Honey, wonder how I got this way

Say I'm stuck, it's up, I'm in my ways

What the fuck, I never changed

Best of luck, you might just change

What I'd done, what I did

And I did it all the same

(Bitch)

No, I wouldn't go and change a thing (Thing)

Sell your soul, that's the price of fame (In vain)

Niggas talk my name, well, don't talk in vain again

Like the Christ Lord, I'm the samе (Ah, ah-ah)

How is goin'?

Where we goin'? Yеah

Where we go up? Yeah

They just know it, yeah

Money over bitches every day

It's money or the business every day-ay-ay

Every day

I'm so strapped, I got a AK (Heart attack)

Heart attack, you see me come, see me coming

They don't see me coming when I was away

Money over bitches every day-ay-ay

Every day-ay-ay

Every day

It was just a big 1960s Black Arts Movement myth

And eventually you gotta blow out the incense and deal