Head to toe pretty like money inna mint condition

Rich in value with stacks of ambition

Eyes fixed to the ASSets like real estate

No silver spoon in the mouth, she fill her own plate

A dime in every way, nutten less than a ten

The envy of women who see what they could have been

But when she hear dem talk, she no laugh or mind

Cause every night she look back pon a $20 dat she find

Thrown on stage to her friend when she was young & tender

By some fool heading home off a night end bender

Used to shake the money maker & do favours for tips

Always seeing her whisked off on sum strange trips

Champagne room fixture, daze dem with sum wine

Toss out a few Manleys and you get to bump and grine

Reeling in profits for a lost self-esteem

Only source of income to keep alive the dream

Feed her young daughter so she no live this nightmare

Fi ride to the top a the mountain like paying Stony Hill bus fare

But she never reach her peak, cut down on her journey

Crying as she passes by on a gerney

Completely different looks, the thought the $20 spark

Motivates her each day to go out and make her mark

Cudda lef same way, but picked up by His right hand

Like a flip of a coin in the air, u never know where youll land