[Intro]

Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about

Like most people get close enough to count the stripes

But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold

What up my dude, you know

Going through a lot and all that man

That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying

Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah)

It's going now ([?])

Holla at the kid

(Let's go chef)

[Verse 1]

I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere

Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs

Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill

Drop a new classic album, my masters will

Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times

When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind

You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine

New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again

What happened, rap made it happen, back when

Two turn tables and a needle, action

We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit

Only our kind adapt to shit

Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get

Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit

We bastard thick, pass the spliff

[Outro]

Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause)

My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow

My ho better have my money

Not half, not some, but all my chash

Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass