[Intro: Joey Bada$$]

They say money is the root of all evil

I say it's the root of all people

'Cause at the end of every day

No matter a black, white or blue collar worker

We still share the same common search for, that paper trail

[Verse 1]

We all feel a need to be chasing the money

Just some dumbass kids poeple always calling them scummy

Kids with fucked up pasts so never slow from the running

The struggle in suburbs [?] watching thinking it's funny

If they lived our lives they wouldn't just sit there and laugh

They'd see how much living this way is a pain in the ass

[?] it's not so easy to make some [?] cash

Also turn to dreams with the success with hip-hop and rap

Because we get greedy and the result is corruption

Money is like medusa freezing us with the seduction

Making most people turn their back on family like it was nothing

It's funny we made up [?] and it's fucking function

[Verse 2]

A lot of money could buy you out of most situations

That's fucked up, 'cause the rich indulge in the tax evasion

Nobody bats an eye when they run most of the nation

The same type of life you damn sheep keep on fucking chasing

Use some dollar bills to insure you're never found, shit

Pay some pesos buy yourself some tequila rounds

Euros [?] maybe a bunch of pounds

Yen, [?], rupees honestly the names are so astounding

Can live right without being a part of accounting your town

Could I be left alone in my personal space to sit and lounge?

Greediness took control so we came up with the currency

Like some mixed up materials would be so needed urgently

But this shit is needed to make a steady living you see

Otherwise these dollar bills wouldn't even fucking mean shit to me

Keep on following lies keep your mind up like a [?]

Took us this long for what [?] to be seen equal to [?]

'Cause you only change your mind to what they say

And when I write about your mind it's with this fucking notepad and this pen