Okay man, first you make the music Then you get the money Then you get the power I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax And your spines green, I'm seein' only green backs And I mean stacks of cash, no need to relax Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the rack A G for her lips, a G for her ass Movin' on up, all the way to upper class Up another man, I pass cash like Tony Soprano King of New York taking over Chicago Ain't no Ronald McDonald, your dreams, I'm livin in em' Got models with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em' In a yacht by the dock with a helicopter You can't refuse and can't get a better offer I'm the author of the American dream And yeah, my pen's made of green, I'm just an arrogant fiend And when the ink dries my name is capitalized The capitalist still not happy for shit I made a million, I made a million Why am I suffering inside? When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's lyin' Why, oh why, am I suffering inside? My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin' Mister Lamborghini, Mister Thong Bikini Now, you see me, now, you don't, call me Don Houdini Eeny meeny miney moe, help me catch a ho Money makin', dummy breakin' professional I got a bank in the Caymans, never stay with the laymen Pay the Gods off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 Hammers mansion Charlie Manson with the Helter Skelter I'm playin' Vice City, downstairs in my bomb shelter I never felt a bit of satisfaction For the automatic, automated cash reaction Which you get and you got if you're makin' the ends When you got a lot of bills but ain't got no sense (Cents) Why am I suffering inside? When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's lyin' Why, oh why, am I suffering inside? My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin' Are you a mess? Well, money can buy you respect and success Are you depressed? Well, money can buy you happiness so invest It's all about winning Coming up and knocking down, is your head spinning? Money makes the world go round and around Dollar, dollar bill, ya'll love the sound Don't eat the rich they're the same as us I'm not sayin' money's bad, it's just dangerous Like Angel Dust it's addictive Know what you want and what the risk is Why am I suffering inside? When everybody loves me I feel everybody's lyin' Why are we so concerned with our money? If it's the root of evil, why are we still planting seeds? Why are we still planting seeds? Why are we still planting seeds? © SONY/ATV MUSIC PUB (CANADA); Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com