[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
It must be tough
Seein' yo' boy doin' the same shit
Ridin' around in things you can't get
With the window down, puffin' like it ain't shit...
It must be tough
It must be tough...
Seein' the glare from my chain and wrist
Me and 20 goons lookin' dangerous
Errybody paid, all doin' the same shit
Countin' money nigga
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds (Countin' money nigga)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands
It must be tough

[Verse 1: The Game]
It must be tough watchin' a nigga ball like Carmelo
My cars is all yellow, my broads is all yellow
What's wrong with y'all fellas? Fuckin' up my inner Chi
Used to be my Ace, now you wastin' my Hennessy
The remedy for haters is crap tables in Vegas
That crack ain't gettin' it lately
I'm stackin' that paper, baby
Maybe I should get a maybe, or maybe I should call Baby
My cash money is crazy, I crashed up my Mercedes
Bought me a Ferrari, the license plates say "Sorry"
The insides safari, the paint job Amar'e
When the sun hit that bitch, man
Bounce off them 24's and land on my wrist band
You better keep your arm on yo' bitch, man
Or you gon' be Jamal Crawford - sixth man
Comin' off that bench man, and it's a shame man
Yo' bitch gon' make it rain up in here
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