John Reuben

John Reuben - Make Money Money lyrics

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(Make money money make money money) 

(Save money money save money money) 



Left high school at sixteen 

Pick an identity 

Entrepreneurial dreams 

Find yourself a strategy 

Next saturday the class of 97’ is graduating 

In a couple of years I’ll grab a G.E.D. 

As for now we’ll just make ends meet 

Put our art in the place 

Where it’s forced to succeed 

The place where your hobbies and the real world meet 

Forty minute walks to work to bus tables full time 

With a pair of headphones on to block out traffic going by 

Forty back to make music all night 

With a pair of headphones on to block out my life 

Open mic nights 

Let the spit fly 

A hundred hands reaching for the chance to try 

And maybe I grew up a bit too quick 

It can’t be all about the music admit it 



So if you make money money make money money money 

(Make money money make money money money) 

You better save money money save money money money 

(Save money money save money money money) 

It goes fast (goes fast) 

No cash (no cash) 



We used to shop discount racks for brand name specials 

Mix and match designer scraps to look presentable 

Hated on those who appeared more successful 

Sloppy and broke became the look because it was affordable 

Before it was fashionable 

Now kids pay good money to look poor 

And get charged for the extra work 

Of perfectly placed character 

Isn’t that some irony 

Expensively indie 



Make money money make money money money 

(Make money money make money money money) 

You better save money money save money money money 

(Save money money save money money money) 

It goes fast (goes fast) 

No cash 



I was told security with a cushion just in case 

How can I plan for the future if I can’t afford today 

Rap's a game that mostly amateurs play 

And there are very few professionals that are getting paid 

Go on there, indie rappers and find your shtick 

Throw it up against the wall and pray that it sticks 

We used to say no gimmicks but everybody’s got one 

No gimmicks? Mine is that I’ve got none 

Lost the truth, marketing honesty 

The rap game is a sport of psychology 

Underdogs go where they find opportunity 

While spoiled children romanticize poverty 



So if you make money money make money money money 

(Make money money make money money money) 

You better save money money save money money money 

(Save money money save money money money) 

It goes fast (goes fast) 

No cash (no cash) 

Better make it last (better make it last) 

Better make it last (better make it last)
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