The $

I'm thinkin of a master plan
I'm blingin with the cash in hand
I got a mu'fuckin right to shine
I paid my dues
I earned this cake I abuse
I burn this paper the way I choose
I gotta,
handle my B-I, and I do
And hold the D-I, NY too
when I'm out of the zone , no tellin what it might do
Mess with my loot and it might pop
It might lock, it might not, it might shoot!
And its not the chance to take
Just like it's not the answer
Who's out for the paper?
Hands up!
Blaze that there, pay that dancer
holla if you ever been placed in handcuffs
Survival: the name of the game
You wanna play?
You wanna race, dont wait for the bang

The $ from J Dilla's "Ruff Draft".