[Intro]

Look

Money be the—

Coloured by your gaze

When I say I love you, I'll go love you to the end, yeah

Broke dreams, still I'm on the mend

Run it up and run it up and run it up again, yeah

[Verse]

Great days, coloured by your gaze

When I say I love you, I'll go love you to the end

Broke dreams, still I'm on the mend

Run it up and run it up and run it up again, yeah

I'm the type of nigga, put my pen up in the skeng

Niggas say they got me, but I still got no friends

Read a bag of books, but I still got no sense

Told her she a tеn and her body look immense

On this lonеly, nomadic road

Till you got a real love, no man is whole

Old school knowledge, like I got it off a scroll

Couple in the johnny, I'ma pop it at his skull

Two souls, dance for eternity

Till infinity, or till it's killing me

Victorian chimney, the kid's goin' up

Double S throw it up

Little ting she a golden one

Therapist she make me open up

Pure soul, rare now, you know, the most corrupt

She said, Joe what's going on?

Shi— shit, you ain't even wanna know what's going on

Money be the devil, you kill him in broad day

Money be the devil, you make him your forté

Money be the devil, you blink you're forty

Money eat youth, it tek youth away

Money be the root of the tre-trechary

Money have you lock out your family for a key

Money man or life man, who do you wanna be?

Money be the mercenary, taking man for a slave

Money be the killer, be killing you for a pay

Money make a holy man sinner, he never pray

Money, make it now, are you happy or you afraid?

[?] on your wrist are you taking it to the grave

It's, grave danger, you gotta stay dangerous

You aim for a milli', you get it, and then it's aimless

Money be the secret sickness, it's painless

Money be the reason I robbed niggas for trainers

Money be the reason I hit licks all shameless

Money be the reason I came and lef' 'em chainless

Money be the reason my niggas be up in chains, it's—

Money, I'm a man, you stay man to game, it's—

Money, you're the man, would you slide man to snakes it's

Money, you're the man, would you burn bridges with angels

Money you're the man, would you break bricks to eight balls?

Money on the cars, the kettles and on the tables

Seven on my ring, on my wrist, that's a lot of pain

A lot of people got hurt for this fuckin' chain

Now I carry it with me

All their pain, I just carry it with me

[Outro]

This money don't mean fuck all

The greatest of empires always fall

Money was supposed to fill the hole

I'm sure it got me off the dole

But it made me paranoid

Was always told that it would fill the void

It just gave me more shit to pay for

So now I've got to go and earn more money

More mouths to feed

We're all so full of greed

I know a geezer who made four hundred bags in one lick

Two written off motors, a few scams later

And he's outside William Hill with a split lip

They don't teach us financial literacy

Spray paint a chain gold and see how the monkey incarcerates himself willingly

Easy come, easy go

If you had it then you'd know

Still count this paper up

Till we got paper cuts