[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Hey yo it's all about the dollar for real cause without it
Your train of thought is fucked up and your mind's overcrowded
With ideas that could repair your situation
But half the time it means that you're risking incarceration
Always a complication, a trial and a tribulation
Was supposed to link up with success but missed my reservation
I ain't mad though, booked it again, play to win
Fucking with gin could temporarily give you relief
But trying to drink away your problems only leaves you with grief
Love life and it'll love you back, that's my belief
"Fuck the world" mentality will leave to dead in the street
Poverty's a motherfucker, actually it's a thief
It steals people's childhoods and gives birth to wild hoods
Got n***as stealing packages and selling foul goods
They say money can't buy love and that ain't fake
But if your papers off that shit could definitely breed hate

[Hook]
Money come first
Fuck hunger, fuck thirst
Without cake you might as well be living in a hearse
It's like you're the walking dead without bread
No money in your pocket's like a hole in the head
I been there before and I ain't never going back
I don't give a fuck if I spit or sell crack
Real men stand up tall and do they thing
I don't care where you from cause cash is still king
[Verse 2]
Yo, a self-employed slacker's only cheatin' themself
N***as should put in overtime and try to double they wealth
I'm a clutch ones even if I sit on the shelf
My minds full of black thoughts but I'm not from Illadelph
My roots run deep throughout NYC
Never met DJ Premier but I'm an NY G
Hence I kick that shit that I kick, street knowledge
I break it down, how the world revolves around dollars
Life's based on happiness, success and what you leave
Behind on this earth when your body can't breathe
So just getting by makes it hard to achieve
When you only do the minimum that's what you receive
Mad people perish leaving no mark behind
Cause they never had the time to explore they own mind
Financial constraints either make or break people
I never thought that money was the root to all evil
In actuality it makes people turn warm
Killers hearts turn cold when the money's all gone
Counting cream's a natural high, I'm addicted
Every time I touch a new stack I get lifted
I'm not hooked to money, I'm attached to the comfort it brings
Having cake lets us do such things
Without cash it's like your locked up and can't be exonerated
Stuck in your lifestyle, financially incarcerated
[Hook]