Thinkin' of a master plan..
cause ain't nothin but sweat inside my hand
so I dig into my pocket all my money's spent
so I dig deeper, and still comin' up with lint
so I
start my mission
leave my residence
thinkin' how I'm gonna get some dead presidents
I need money
I used to be a stick-up kid
so I think of all the devious things I did....