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