[verse 1]
They say that its the root of evil,
i guess that’s kinda true.
Just to get it
look at all the things that people do.
Rob, steal, kill, cheat,
lie, sell their soul.
In a blink of an eye,
Just to see they dollars grow.
What about the hard working,
Nine to fivers?
Trying to make an honest livin,
Day to day barely survivin.
Bus drivin, kitchen cookin,
cleaning, taking out the trash.
Feels like there ain’t no meaning,
But to try and get some cash.
Go to school, Higher Learning,
that’s what they say you need.
In this society,
we all just trying to succeed.
What does success look like?
I mean, how do you measure the amount?
Is it solely, based on the balance of your bank account?
Well If that’s the case, I’m tryina break the bank.
I see you sitting on dubs, what’s up with that empty tank.
To be frank, that’s just not healthy.
Yall trynna get rich,
Me, I’m trynna be wealthy.
[chorus]
If it don’t make dollars,
Then it don’t make sense.
With all the paper in the world,
You will never be content.
Whether falling from the sky’s,
Or growing on the trees.
Yeh you serve it like a master,
Got you fallin on your knees.
Love it! [deep echo] Money!
Stack it! [deep echo] Money!
Count it! [deep echo] Money!
Fold it! [deep echo] Money!
Spend it! [deep echo] Money!
Want it! [deep echo] Money!
Need it! [deep echo] Money!
Take it! [deep echo] Money!
[verse 2]
It can change your life, in a major way.
How much did you make today?
What about after taxes?
What you got saved away.
Let you hold something?
I thought you just got paid?
How you rather be broke,
Just to cop some jays?
Who am I to criticize,
I been down that same path.
Spending faster then I made it,
No hesitation, I paid cash.
That was my goal in life,
To get fresher sneakers.
But as I get older,
things get much deeper.
Who’s the richest? Not my business.
Never check the Forbes list.
All they ever do is tell me,
“You cannot afford this”.
Money ain’t a thing,
that’s the motto when you’re ballin.
Money’s everything, when them bill collectors callin.
In the end though,
it’s not like you can die with it.
Not to mention, all the things
that you can’t buy with it.
Love, peace, joy, good health,
These are priceless.
Don’t ever sell yourself short, no matter what the price is.
[chorus]
If it don’t make dollars,
Then it don’t make sense.
With all the paper in the world,
You will never be content.
Whether falling from the sky’s,
Or growing on the trees.
Yeh you serve it like a master,
Got you fallin on your knees.
Love it! [deep echo] Money!
Stack it! [deep echo] Money!
Count it! [deep echo] Money!
Fold it! [deep echo] Money!
Spend it! [deep echo] Money!
Want it! [deep echo] Money!
Need it! [deep echo] Money!
Take it! [deep echo] Money!
Pernicious_
