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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 SongtexteYo 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 Aus Songtexte Mania