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 motherfucking 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 ass

Yeah I got money coming out my ass