We hate money
Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up
We hate money

And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage
We hate money
Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me

We hate money
And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine


If I ever had money, I would do some crazy %#@!
I'd probably hire Lady Gaga to babysit
So give me money, and I'll be like "$#&@ it"

I'll drop a hundred grand to make a vegan man eat turducken
You know I wouldn't hold off, I would spend my figures
Get a nose job, make it even bigger

Set my Nissan on fire on the lawn
Then I buy my own plane, step on and yell "Bomb!"
And as my ego and my pockets swell

I'd fly to the next town to go to Taco Bell
Then I'd pay all the haters to become believers
I'd pay Kanye West to punch Justin Bieber

And then I'd buy a bunch of !@(% and get really arrogant
And pay all the foreigners to become Americans
The possibilities are endless

I would even go to the dentist, but

We hate money

Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage

We hate money
Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me
We hate money

And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine

We got trash on the porch, we never owned a Porsche

We only wear our neckties to weddings and to court
Our pay gets docked like it's coming into port
So we keep cigars split up like they're getting a divorce

Employees all annoyed, checks all void
Eminem's the only one still employed in Detroit
Bobzins and jobs from Nevada to Dakotas

And we're not Japanese but we're broke as Toyotas
Broseph, I know you know this fired and demoted
They're drinking tapwater 'cuz they can't afford sodas

Struggling, covering shifts just to buy Christmas gifts
Before Tiger had mistresses
We're at Wal-Mart, we hate Wall Street

As far as being in debt, we're balls deep
Collectors call me, $#&@ing all week
But I send that %#@! straight to voicemail


We hate money
Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up

We hate money
And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage
We hate money

Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me
We hate money
And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine


They told us "Go to college, expand our domes"
Now we're jobless, with sixty thousand dollars in loans

And the bank account's minus, surviving debt
While the CEOs fly by in private jets
So let me see your lighters, the funds couldn't be tighter

And you call orderves appetizers
If your whole predicament's vile, but you're still trying to smile
With the bills piled for miles

Problems, we've got ninety-eight plus one, no trust funds
If the cops come we must run
I do it for my belt buckle, black lung,

White knuckle, blue collar
Cold-hearted slaves to the dollar saying


We hate money
Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage
We hate money

Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me
We hate money
And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine

We hate money

Broke people stand up, if you lack cash keep your hands up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid, you can all go away
We hate money
(and) dollars (and) cash (and) cheese (and) unless you're gonna give some to me

We hate money
And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine