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 shit

I'd probably hire Lady Gaga to babysit 

So give me money, and I'll be like "Fuck 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 heroin 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, fucking all week 

But I send that shit 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