I love everything about moneynYou can be a millionaire and never pay taxesnnRust, I got to bust to my destinationnI woke up late time from other transportationsnTrains and busses – public adorations so better turnnBut where I'm going to is a place where it really burnsnAnd burns my brain, my job, my occupationnAnother motherfucking source of frustrationn4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sournMinimum wages like I'm caged in the prison towernTell you to take out another person flipsnThey can't cope so they create their own economicsnWith an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacketnStick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy HacketnAnd get props, ranks, thanks, power positionnA piece of paper with a picture of a dead politiciannSo many times I've seen people play stupid for moneynAnd at the funeral it isn't funnynBut nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burnnCause money make the world go round is what I always heardnThat's when I got that sadly look on my facenNo matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last placenSo I just like to would pick myself up an automaticnSo I can end my fate check without a denim staticnGot nothing to lose except my headnYo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood rednAutroprenorial skills coming all flynAnd economically it doesn't matter if somebody dienIt's all about getting the dollars and jewel specsnSo give it up before I put your life in fast checksnnYeah I got money coming out my assnYeah I got money coming out my assn