[Intro: Drake]

I've got it made thats what I'm talking about

Going down to the fashion store and get myself fitted out

Going down to the dealers buy myself a brand new car

So me and my lady can ride

[Verse 1: Drake]

Check, I wish y'all coulda seen me back in high school, backpack

Grey range black Ac', put a half a stack out just to get a stack back

Double that school dance, Fresh J's, new pants

Back when "fuck bitches, get money" was the new chant

It started out about a boy like Hugh Grant

Now I'm a young man doin things you can't

But you can't call me Champagne Charlie

I campaign hardly

My damn chain glitter ruby red

The type of shit that leave your hand stained scarlet

I live it, thought you knew this, I swear that we been through this

Your boyfriends future plans got 'em on todays to-do list

'Cause he rollin' with more squares then you would find up on a rubiks

Bingo, money ain't a thing, hoe

That prometh with that sprite and jolly rancher so flamingo

I ain't speaking in code real niggas they know the lingo

'Cause when I'm in the spot it's popping like Christopher's single

[Chorus: Drake]

If y'all don't like me then (You must hate money, money)

Guaranteed if you had it to spend

You would probably comprehend

I'm just sayin' man (You must hate money, money)

They be gettin' jealous when you paid

Savin' everything they made

I keep thinkin' that (You must hate money, money)

Telling people my image is lame

And I'm what's wrong with the game

But I'm feelin' like (You must hate money, money)

Considering everywhere that I go

Got couple grand to blow, man, you know

[Verse 2: Rich Boy]

Hey, I'm flyer then a motherfucker

Haters wanna see me dead like John Tucker(so)

I'm in that big boy 550 S-class

I hit the gas and watch them hoes waving through the glass

Pimp glass I'm riding new in 2008 (Say what?)

I hit them hoes and send 'em home, you take 'em on a date

That white Gucci ticker let 'em know there's money here

I grip the grain and sit on seats thats made of cashmere

Five karats in my ear, you see them hoes jock?

Bitch, there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch

I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother irvin'

Send him a picture of that drop with me in it swervin'

Hotter than a bitch rock, Cooler than some ice cream

Gotta feed myself I'm up here living in a dream

My Cadillac mean but my eighty eight a beast

If bein' fly against the law bitch call the police

[Chorus: Drake]

If y'all don't like me then (You must hate money, money)

Guaranteed if you had it to spend

You would probably comprehend

I'm just sayin' man (You must hate money, money)

They be gettin' jealous when you paid

Savin' everything they made

I keep thinkin' that (You must hate money, money)

Telling people my image is lame

And I'm what's wrong with the game

But I'm feelin' like (You must hate money, money)

Considering everywhere that I go

Got couple grand to blow, man, you know

[Verse 3: Drake]

Stacks on deck, 'lac's mounted on Ds

I dont trust you so make sure you count it all please

And once it's all there, then that put me at ease

And these niggas just mad 'cause they account is on freeze

Baby pay attention please, I'm more coordinated then a dance team

It's my turn, my turn like advance green

My true religion is money, check out the pant seams

I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream

And I just want the paper

My momma trying to go to rome and I just wanna take her

I'm tryin' to figure what the los angle is like a laker

So I can be on beaches with my niggas in jamaica

I say "Baby, get low", you just getting by

They hating 'cause my swagger at a all time high

Shit, it's a damn shame homie, I don't even try

Get money mofo is all you hear me reply

[Chorus: Drake]

If y'all don't like me then (You must hate money, money)

Guaranteed if you had it to spend

You would probably comprehend

I'm just sayin' man (You must hate money, money)

They be gettin' jealous when you paid

Savin' everything they made

I keep thinkin' that (You must hate money, money)

Telling people my image is lame

And I'm what's wrong with the game

But I'm feelin' like (You must hate money, money)

Considering everywhere that I go

Got couple grand to blow, man, you know