You ask why, don't matter, my pockets got fatter/Now everybody's looking for the latter

Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye/Just another hazard of a fly guy

And ain't no need in being greedy/If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me

Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy

We didn't exactly starve, but we were pretty poor when I was growing up. I remember thinking, Oh gosh, if I could just make thirty dollars a month to help with…

My lyrics are blueprints to money makin/phat as that ass that honey shakin

Send me 300 francs; that sum will enable me to go to Paris. There, at least, one can cut a figure and surmount obstacles. Everything tells me I shall succeed. …