Chorus:    Money is everything, money is everything,  Money, money, money, money, money, money, money,  Money is everything    (2x)    [First Verse]  Now think about it, isn't it a coincidence  Everybody wants them dead presidents?  See those that don't have it love jackin' you head to toe  And people that's clockin' a grip, always eager to make more  Cuz money can help your heart, and money can help you out  But if you're makin' too much of it, then money can help you die  And ain't that scary like Jason  You can't win for losin' cuz of the grip that you're makin'  Now this particular paper is like the power to the greedy  And a God to the hungry, keepin' life in the needy  And so we're brainwashed thinkin' of it  But don't get me wrong, cuz I love it  I used to like George Washington's way back when  Now I'm sprung on Benjamin Franklins  And with these people I could go on  Like so on, and so on, and so on, trip  Who bought your clothes and who bought your food?  Who bought your hoe and who bought your dude?  Cut the comments, tell me who you tryin' to kid?  Cuz you didn't buy that, your money did  Get the picture?    Chorus    [Second Verse]  There once lived a low-income woman with a child  Lookin' for single men with money she could date  Finally met a man that her daughter called Daddy  But homies comin' up short on the stakes  She let him be Daddy for awhile, cuz the moneys good  Plus he's fine and all swole lookin' bounty  But that don't mean nothing when you're broke and you're hungry  That's why daughter's Daddy's new name is Mr. County  Check, this out, they say it's the root of all evil  And I could truly say in this case  A friend of mine was makin' that big time lunch meat  But then he made a small time lunch meat mistake  Cuz soon homie lost all his love for the small life  Forgot all of which he had came from before  And started gettin' greedy so another man sent a little bullet  And the bullet read "My homie had to go"  Cuz he thought....    Chorus    [Third Verse]  Now do you remember, when your elders used to scream  And tell you money ain't everything  They said it couldn't buy that, and it couldn't buy this  But money bought me everything that I'm gone get  Why is it, that all the fine freaks seem to jock it?  And it keeps me smilin' when I got it in my pockets?  Got a christmas treat for my kids and a tree seen  And yes to impress them hoochie females  And since it builds up my confidence  Hurry, hurry, for the dollars and cents  As far as it goes keep it comin', and  Oh how I like it in a woman  I like to see freaks when their hair is nice  With a good wig, tight clothes, sportin' fourteen K's  Now how in the Hell do you get it?  Money, money, money, money, money, so get with it  Now it's a shame when you lame as a zero  Cuz blacks, whites, as well as mexicans want dinero  And why you tryin' to win the lottery?  Cuz money's everything it's gotta be  So now you know    Chorus