«M-O-N-E-Y, what I go hard for, Swingin' on the green like I'm tryna get a par four, You ain't sittin' at my table, hope you starve, Ho, don't be pushin' my buttons 'less you startin' up my car, Pressure make a diamond, that pressure make me a star, Got a method to my madness, to bring me down by the bar, People always askin' me how I got this far, My response is just to keep it honest and be who you are, Now they call me Mrs. Money like I'm married to the mula, Just to measure my success I need at least a hundred rulers, Glory, hallelujah, I'ma take that ass to church, I'ma finish like I started, Iggy still got that work».