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I made a million and a off the book, fuck the tax And your spines green, I'm seein' green backs And I mean stacks of cash, no need to 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
no Ronald McDonald, your dreams, I'm livin in em' Got models bottles of Dom Perrignon in em' In a yacht by the dock with a You can't refuse and can't get a offer
I'm the of the American dream And yeah, my pen's made of green, I'm just an arrogant And when the ink dries my name is The capitalist still not for shit I a million, I made a million
Why am I inside? When everybody loves me, I feel lyin' Why, oh why, am I suffering My is on my money but my money's got me cryin'
Mister Lamborghini, Mister Thong Now, you see me, now, you don't, me Don Houdini Eeny meeny miney moe, help me a ho Money makin', dummy breakin'
I got a bank in the Caymans, stay with the laymen Pay the Gods off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 mansion Charlie Manson the Helter Skelter I'm Vice City, downstairs in my bomb shelter
I felt a bit of satisfaction For the automatic, automated cash Which you get and you got if makin' the ends When you got a lot of bills but ain't got no (Cents)
Why am I suffering When everybody me, I feel everybody's lyin' 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 and success Are you Well, money can buy you so invest
It's all winning Coming up and knocking down, is head spinning? Money the world go round and around Dollar, dollar bill, ya'll the sound
Don't eat the they're the same as us I'm not sayin' money's bad, it's dangerous Like Angel Dust it's Know what you want and the risk is
Why am I suffering everybody loves me I feel everybody's lyin' Why are we so concerned our money? If it's the root of evil, why are we still seeds?
Why are we still planting Why are we still seeds?