You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money...
That buck that bought a bottle could have struck the lotto
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous.
You ni**az get me sick, wannabe soundin like you know my arithmetic... but we don't sound alike
No idea is original, there's nothing new under the sun, it's never what you do, but how it's done
It's foul what this money could do, cash corrupts the loyal.