I love everything about money
You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes


Rust, I got to bust to my destination
I woke up late time from other transportations
Trains and busses ? public adorations so better turn

But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns
And burns my brain, my job, my occupation
Another mother$#&@ing source of frustration

4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour
Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower
Tell you to take out another person flips

They can't cope so they create their own economics
With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket
Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket

And get props, ranks, thanks, power position
A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician
So many times I've seen people play stupid for money

And at the funeral it isn't funny
But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn
Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard

That's when I got that sadly look on my face
No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place
So I just like to would pick myself up an automatic

So I can end my fate check without a denim static
Got nothing to lose except my head
Yo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood red

Autroprenorial skills coming all fly
And economically it doesn't matter if somebody die
It's all about getting the dollars and jewel specs

So give it up before I put your life in fast checks

Yeah I got money coming out my $$#

Yeah I got money coming out my $$#