Married to the models in the rain Married to the models in the rain Married to the models in the rain Married to the models in the rain, rain Money over bitches every day Honey wonder how I got this way Say I'm stuck, it's up, I'm in my ways What the fuck, I never changed Best of luck, you might just change What I'd done, what I did And I did it all the same (Bitch) No, I wouldn't go and change a thing (Thing) Sell your soul, that's the price of fame (In vain) Niggas talk my name, well, don't talk in vain again Like the Christ Lord, I'm the samе (Ah, ah-ah) How is goin'? Where we goin'? Yеah Where we go up? Yeah They just know it, yeah Money over bitches every day It's money or the business every day-ay-ay Every day I'm so strapped, I got a AK (Heart attack) Heart attack, you see me come, see me coming They don't see me coming when I was away Money over bitches every day-ay-ay Every day-ay-ay Every day It was just a big 1960s Black Arts Movement myth and eventually you gotta blow out the incense and deal