Okay man, you make the music you get the money Then you get the
I made a million and a off the book, fuck the tax And your spines green, I'm seein' only backs And I stacks of cash, no need to relax Bought my some tits, a couple G for the rack
A G for her lips, a G for her ass Movin' on up, all the way to class Up another man, I pass like Tony Soprano King of New York over Chicago
Ain't no McDonald, your dreams, I'm livin in em' Got models with of Dom Perrignon in em' In a yacht by the dock a helicopter You can't and can't get a better offer
I'm the author of the American And yeah, my pen's of green, I'm just an arrogant fiend And when the ink my name is capitalized The capitalist still not happy for I made a million, I made a
Why am I inside? When everybody loves me, I everybody's lyin' Why, oh why, am I inside? My mind is on my but my money's got me cryin'
Mister Lamborghini, Thong Bikini Now, you see me, now, you don't, call me Don meeny miney moe, help me catch a ho Money makin', dummy breakin'
I got a bank in the Caymans, never with the laymen Pay the off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 Hammers mansion Charlie Manson with the Helter I'm playin' Vice City, in my bomb shelter
I never felt a bit of For the automatic, cash reaction Which you get and you got if you're makin' the When you got a lot of bills but got no sense (Cents)
Why am I inside? When everybody loves me, I everybody's lyin' Why, oh why, am I inside? My mind is on my money but my money's got me
Are you a Well, money can buy you and success Are you Well, money can buy you happiness so
It's all winning Coming up and down, is your head spinning? makes the world go round and around Dollar, bill, ya'll love the sound
Don't eat the they're the same as us I'm not sayin' money's bad, just dangerous Like Dust it's addictive Know what you want and the risk is
Why am I inside? When everybody me I feel everybody's lyin' Why are we so concerned with our If the root of evil, why are we still planting seeds?
Why are we still planting Why are we still seeds?