[Intro]

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Yeah

[Verse 1]

I hate rich niggas, god damn it

'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it

Who you had to kill? Who you had to rob? Who you had to fuck

Just to make it to the top, damn it?

Or maybe that's daddy money; escalator, no ladder money

Escalade, new Caddy money

Worst fear - goin' broke, 'cause I'm bad with money

Crooked smile nigga, momma never had the money, damn

I ain't trippin'

Nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen, yeah

Up the steps, I ain't slippin', tears

Blood, sweat, and I ain't crippin', here's

A song you can sing along wit'

When you down on some let you know you ain't alone shit

When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job

Deliverin' pizzas, you think she out there gettin' robbed

Please God, watch her, I know how niggas do

Half cracker but a nigga too

Talkin' all that shit 'bout your step-pops

How he was a dog, now look at you

I ain't bad as that nigga, plus dawg

I'm a grown man now, I ain't mad at that nigga

But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass

I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga

Did Kay dirty, now it's back to broke

Refund checks, used that to float

Momma gets depressed, falls in love with the next maniac

On crack, use that to cope

Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope

Writin' rhymes, try and bring back the hope

Tried to ride the storm out and crashed the boat

Coulda drowned, but I grabbed the rope

[Pre-Chorus]

And there go you

And there go you

And there go you

Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew

And there go you

And there go you

And there go you

Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew

Sing

[Chorus]

You got what I want

I got what you need

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

You got what I want

I got what you need (Yeah)

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

"How much for your soul, Anna?" (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

I hate rich niggas, god damn it

'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it

Niggas can't front on the flows you got

But e'ry fuckin' verse how much dough you got

Homie, don't quit now

Hear my shit, you try switch now

Know you felt the shit just now

Know you felt the shit just now, ha

Ain't there more to you?

Don't it ever get borin' to you?

I realize deep down you a coward gettin' high off of power

Fuck it more to you, saw through you

And it made me ashamed that I played the game

Not for mo' money like Damon Wayans

Wanted the respect, but it came with fame

I just wanted love, but this ain't the same

I took a train down memory lane and watched lil Jermaine

Do his thang before he made a name

It's like Sony signed Basquiat, he gave it all he got

And now the nigga don't paint the same, damn

I guess he can't complain

All the money that be rainin' in

Spend a hundred thou' for the chain again

Think of old-school niggas like Dana Dane

Prolly kill for another claim to fame, my brain just sayin'

"Yeah, nigga, least he ain't insane

Least he ain't insane"

You ain't crazy, ma'fucker, you just 'fraid of change, ayy

That's new

Maybe that's true

But listen here, I got a bigger fear:

One day that I become you when I become lost

And I become heartless

And numb from all the ménages

Just one bitch don't feel the same no more

And Henny don't really kill the pain no more

Now, I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain

'Cause I can't maintain no more

Tad bit extreme, I know

Money can't save your soul

[Pre-Chorus]

But there go you

There go you

There go you

Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew

And there go you

And there go you

And there go you

Sellin' me dreams and tellin' me things you knew

Sing

[Chorus]

You got what I want

I got what you need

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

You got what I want

I got what you need

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

[Outro]

"How much for your soul, Anna?"

"How much for your soul, Anna?"