For some weird reason I actually started listening to music in the genre of "Hip Hop". So I had put some music on my Shuffle and put it on random and this particular song started to play. I liked the chorus because I think a lot of people think just like this. The song has a sound message, but unfortunately the implementation is very rough.
Artist: LudacrisAlbum: Red Light DistrictLarge Amounts[Chorus 4X]In this life one thing countsIn the bank, large amounts[Luda speaks in the background][Verse One]Now everybody wants a piece of my pieAnd it don't help when I'm screaming on these records that I'm richCalling people from my number now I block itCuz there's nothing worse then getting horned by a stockin' ass bitch (oh yeah)Cuz good game I'm talkin' and yet you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like crisI lay my feet upon the path and now I'm walkin'I spread my well out or someone close will have me layin' in a ditchI have my friends steal from meSnatch my credit card and my wallet hit the town and leave outstanding bills for meThey say I got the cash for it and I can't recall one single member of my family that neverasked for itThey've been kicking down doors and bustin' out flowsThey can't get me on the phone so they surprise me at my showAnd everybody needs a loan plus they say they won't blow itAll I hear "common cuss you know I'm good for it" (man)[Chorus 4X][Verse Two]Now don't get me wrong cuz being rich is such a beautiful thingBut more money, more problems people drive me insaneNow giving no handouts no more so take advantage and fleeMy goal's to set my friends up to make some paper like mePut them in position and make their wishes come...trueSo they can have multiple accounts gain interest over nightGiven a million dollars, what you gone...do?Wrap your life for your kids-kids or would you spend it over night?Now see me I do both I got a limited funMy daughters life was set before her stankin' butt turned oneAnd it don't help that I got 4 or 5 retirement fundsSo if I choose before I'm 30 I can lay in the sunMy dividends can show and prove the real meaning of funThat's why I live by the sword but you can die by my gunThe IRS `ll never sweat me or even put up a fightCuz I'm sure I pay more in taxes then you made in your lifeBecause...[Chorus 4X][Verse Three]Now women these days don't want a man without a nice pay checkSo he splurge even though our lives ain't in right place yetBuying jewellery and some cars just to impress these whoresMeanwhile your child's poor like "daddy why you left me for?"Yeah but it all comes back that's why I named my daughter Karma (yup)Who teaching me the lesson of life and making me smarterI sweep her off her feet cuz I'm her knight in shining armourAnd I have your fucking head if anybody tries to harm herGot to teach her about the game that most of us niggaz are spitin?About these scandalous ass women that get money thru giftsThey suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cashOr ride a brother good to put a foot up on the gasSo that brand new ride pick up our friendsWhile you're slippin` she slidesDrop top Benz gold diggers insideCrazy what the world will do for moneyThinking that everything will be alrightCuz...[Chorus repeat till end]
