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they say thatit's the root of evilI guess thats kinda truejust to get itlook at all the thingsthat people dorob steal kill cheat liesell their soulin the blink of an eyejust to see their dollars growI don't knowwhat about the hard working nine to fiverstrying to make a honest living day to daybarely survivin'bus drivin'kitchen cookin'cleanin'takin out the trashfeelin like thereain't no meanin'but to try and get some cash go to schoolhigher learnin'that's what they say you need in this societywe all tryin' to succeedwhat does successlook likeSongtextehow do you measurethe amountI meanis it solely based onthe balance of your account if thats the caseI'm tryin to break the bankI see you sittin on dubs what's up withthat empty tankto be frankthat's just not healthyyou trying to get richman I'm tryin to be wealthyif it don't make dollarsthen it don't make senseall the paper in the worldand you'll never be content whether falling from the skiesor growing on the treesyou serve it like a master got you falling on your kneesLove it, MoneyStack it, MoneyCount it, MoneyFold it, MoneySpend it, MoneyWant it, MoneyNeed it, MoneyTake it, Moneyit can change your life in a major wayhow much didyou make todaywhat about after taxeswhat you got saved awaylet you hold somethin'I thought you just got paidhow you rather be brokejust to copp some Jswho am I to criticizeI've been down that same path spend it fasterthan I make itno hesitatin'I paid cashthat was my goal in lifeto have the freshest sneakers but as as I get olderthings get much deeperwho's the richestnot my businessnever check the forbes listall they ever dois tell me you cannot afford this money ain't a thingthats the mottowhen you ballin'money's everythingwhen the bill collectors calling in the end thoughit's not likeyou can die with itnot to mentionall the things thatyou can't buy with itlove peace joy good health these are pricelessnever sell yourself short no matter what the price isif it don't make dollarsthen it don't make senseall the paper in the worldand you'll never be content whether falling from the skiesor growing on the treesyou serve it like a master got you falling on your kneesLove it, MoneyStack it, MoneyCount it, MoneyFold it, MoneySpend it, MoneyWant it, MoneyNeed it, MoneyTake it, Money Aus Songtexte Mania