Verse:

How many people tryna tell you what to do

(but work) work work never worked for you
I see they tryna turn you to
A machine, you take it very personal


But ya living in world where your worth
Determined by the currency he accrues

And right now there's more value in the purse you use
Than what you hold in it, should be the reverse is true


Damn. eternal servitude?
The only certitude universal truth
You can soul search, still you gotta search for food

Which leads to the point of our current tune

You here to pursue what you were to do

You will or you won't, that's yours to choose
but since you'll never see the urn your dollars earn for you
I urge you to stop working hard and work this through


Chorus:


Oh I swear to God
I'm trying to get that money
But my money but my money looking funny

looking funny? looking
ODD


Now I don't want no job
But don't mind working hard
Hungry for what I want

But no so hungry I'm gon starve

Now work it out

1 2
work
(3x)


And I never know where money coming from
Like a bum

But my money come in sums
When it doesn't
Then I got to change it up

I'm a chama-chama-chama-chama-chama
Chameleon
Only pausing

For that comma comma comma million
If you flipping buns
I am not offending ya

I'm just telling you
Of what you will become
This world nothing but silly pud

shape it like a philly blunt
Ya hire self
You can still be what you want

Just work.

Chorus:


Oh I swear to God
I'm trying to get that money

But my money but my money looking funny
looking funny? looking
ODD


Now I don't want no job
But don't mind working hard

Hungry for what I want
But no so hungry I'm gon starve