I Made It Yeah Cash Money Heroes Private Jets Polish, fly [Kevin Rudolf] I look up to the sky and now the World is mine Ive known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life Im living now I know that theres no doubt. I made it, I made it! [Kevin Rudolf - Verse 1] Known from the city where no one believed in me but I never give up the fight. Ya, but now on top. I told you to let it rock The moneys fallin from the sky- y- y- y- y I made it. [Birdman] Yeah YM CMB baby Birdman Swagged out 100 Rooftop, hella choppa burning smoke Louie bag stay strapped wit a priceless globe High life, flippin and get some more. Paradise, the luxury marble floor when i hit, hit me full of that cash More money than I seen in a garbage can Stunna island, money and the power thats how we do it, make it rain make it shower top floor, big timer doing big things over city views bought shawty new range
flip another 100, poppin throwing hundreds in a new Bently, uptown stunna Ooo I made it I made it I made It I made it Yo ay Ay ay listen see i dont live for glamour,and I dont care for fame im in this for the love of the game funny how things can change they didnt believe in me then they calling my name now look who cashed in they didnt wanna know me back then but ever since I don gon platinum everything turned around and now the sky is falling down I made it! Ooo! made it, I made it
For the Love of Money Money, money, money, money, money [6x] For the love of money People will steal from their mother For the love of money People will rob their own brother For the love of money People can't even walk the street Because they never know Who in the world they're gonna beat For that lean, mean, mean green Almighty dollar, money Money, money, money, money, money [6x] Some people got to have it Some people really need it Listen to me y'all, do things Do things, do bad things with it You wanna do things, do things Do things, good things with it Talk about cash money, money Talk about cash money Dollar bills, yall
Eye of the Tiger Rising up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger Rising up, straight to the top Had the guts, got the glory Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop Just a man and his will to survive It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger
Remember the Name You ready?! Let's go! Yeah, This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But no, he knows the code It's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Making the story - making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go! Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard It seems like he's never got time Because he writes every note and he writes every line And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind It's like a design is written in his head every time Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme And those other fellas he runs with, The kids that he signed? Ridiculous, without even trying, How did he do it?!
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! Yeah! Fort Minor M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond