Blues for T-Money

Something went right up against something wrong

(First you get that money then you get that power)

Your ring-tone was playing my least-favorite song

(If he turn his nose up, boy he on that powder)

Thinking these thoughts when they shouldn't belong

(Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers)

I started to see us as something that wouldn't last long

(Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser)

We're perfect, we're fitting, we're Sonny and Cher

We're a phrase to the public, like Rogers-Astaire

We're jamming it in like a circle that don't love a square