We need money. We need hits. Hits bring money, money bring power, power bring fame, fame change the game.

I hope to be like Bill Gates, bro. With all the money in the world.

Fame, I have already. Now I need the money.

Waking Up Dead does a great job of portraying the irony of stardom's illusive promise of money, fame and power only to have it boomerang back and cut so many artists to shreds.

When it comes to swag, there's no gender involved.

I want every Grammy.