Cash Money

I'm running out of breath,
I'm burning up my insight,
as it would seem all sources point to only one sustaining yell,
and then you're through,
you might get one word in,
then you'll drop out of everything,
the force of change is a collective screaming,
one organized fuck off,
and I say,

Why's it still feel wrong to love cash money,
why's it still feel wrong to love cash money,
why's it still feel wrong to love cash money,
why's it still feel wrong,

I'm in love with only you,
I'm in love with only you,
but they say we ain't ready yet,
no we ain't ready yet,
I'm in love with only you, with you,
with only you,

Bigs said more money more problems,
well I got no money its your problem,
I'm out here trying to run a clean hustle,
we can either write songs or try to make that double c'mon,
at the bottom of the bottle looking up at the top,
all day every day it never seems to stop,
I'm out here trying to run a clean hustle,
but we fall off hard,
we tear the roof off this motherfucker,

Why's it still feel wrong to love cash money,
why's it still feel wrong to love cash money,
why's it still feel wrong to love cash money,
why's it still feel wrong,

I'm in love with only you,
I'm in love with only you,
but they say we ain't ready yet,
no we ain't ready yet,
I'm in love with only you, with you,
with only you,

Why's it still feel wrong to love cash money, (repeated)
(Whys it still feel wrong, still feel wrong, still feel wrong, still feel wrong)