Okay man, you make the music Then you get the you get the power
I a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax And your green, I'm seein' only green backs And I mean stacks of cash, no need to Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the
A G for her lips, a G for her ass on up, all the way to upper class Up man, I pass cash like Tony Soprano King of New York taking over
Ain't no Ronald McDonald, dreams, I'm livin in em' Got with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em' In a yacht by the with a helicopter You can't refuse and get a better offer
I'm the author of the dream And yeah, my pen's made of green, I'm an arrogant fiend And the ink dries my name is capitalized The capitalist still not happy for I made a million, I made a
Why am I suffering When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's Why, oh why, am I suffering My mind is on my money but my got me cryin'
Mister Lamborghini, Mister Bikini Now, you see me, now, you don't, me Don Houdini Eeny meeny miney moe, help me a ho makin', dummy breakin' professional
I got a bank in the Caymans, never stay the laymen Pay the Gods off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 mansion Charlie Manson the Helter Skelter I'm playin' Vice City, downstairs in my shelter
I never felt a bit of For the automatic, automated cash Which you get and you got if makin' the ends When you got a lot of bills but got no sense (Cents)
Why am I inside? When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's Why, oh why, am I suffering My mind is on my money but my got me cryin'
Are you a Well, money can buy you respect and Are you Well, money can buy you happiness so
It's all winning Coming up and knocking down, is your head Money makes the world go and around Dollar, dollar bill, love the sound
eat the rich they're the same as us I'm not sayin' money's bad, just dangerous Angel Dust it's addictive Know what you and what the risk is
Why am I suffering When loves me I feel everybody's lyin' Why are we so with our money? If the root of evil, why are we still planting seeds?
Why are we still planting Why are we still seeds?