Gotta make this money, gotta get this money
Can’t get enough money, Might have to take this money
I gotta eat, gotta keep shoe’s on my feet
Gotta stack the paper, gotta have money to keep,
In my pocket.
Invest some of it
Watch it skyrocket.
Gotta make this money, gotta get the dough
Bills are building fast, while the money is coming in slow.
You can say at a snails pace,
Payment here, payment there. Damn!!! Where is my check?
Gone without a trace.
Time to get back in the rat race.
Or should I say paper chase.
Why can’t the paper chase me?
Maybe I should have pursued that college degree.
Or open up a business and watch the money stack constantly.
Getting money is under my skin and pumping thru my veins.
Always wanting it, always needing it so I can maintain.
Money got everyone flippin over it.
People kill for it, back stab for it, commit suicide because of it,
Some alter their body to make more of it,
Lose their life for it, relationships crumble because of it,
People steal to get it, some sell narcotics to have it.
But no one can deny it
Everyone gots to have it
What is money any?
Made of paper and cloth with pictures of past oppressors on it.
With modern day oppressor’s diving and doing backstrokes in it.
Got so much cheddar they can wipe their ass with it.
Living the good life, while others struggle for it.
Who made these rules and why?
That a piece of paper is more important than you or I.