Snake$
[Intro]
Man, when I’m talkin bout money my bars are pure gold, ya hear
I’m right on the money, I been, I been frank with you
I mean what I gotta say cause money talks right, you know, alright
[Verse 1]
I been around the block but I can’t figure out
Why they runnin circles around the town
Why they runnin circles round this money
That swiss cheese, that lifestyle ugly
They can’t be pleased, they chasing more
Thas the room I’m in and they locked the door
And they lost the keys in the uproar
And they never sleep just lie on the floor
Just lie about whatever when they run their mouth
They run to the money without a doubt
They all green eyes for that green paper
And they Duke it out, Christian Laettner
It’s a devils game and it can’t be won
Lust for stacks goes on and on
You can’t climb higher, you can’t attain
Every step up the ladder is a step up in vein
Where you climbing, you can’t reach the summit
Money fails, no good comes from it
It’s full of wrath and its full of hatred
Moneys a drug and its intoxicatin
That’s toxic, don’t breathe in the air
That asthma, grab the inhaler
When you live and breathe money each drumbeat
Be lucky to never find yourself in despair
Cause it kills, armed and dangerous
Money’s handing out our graves to us
Don’t sleep on its power, it’s evident
You’ll end up dead like our presidents
Even they get more respect than the one we got
Orange got the green, he got the blacks on lock
But rappers busy stuntin and they shun real talk
In the booth countin up bills of the one he shot
Tryna make it rain, think they like the sound
They fight over the money that’s paper route
That’s childish, they playing games
Do it for mo money like Damon Wayans
Day and night, bands on they mind
They sweatin, puttin that overtime
They think about it, they sing about it
Readjust everything in their life around it
Met a rapper think he cool cause he got a gig
Told me he only do it for the rump of the pig
And all my coworkers seem so enslaved to the bacon
Can’t have a conversation without askin how much you makin
Talkin bout racks, racks, causing a racquet
Pray US Open to change, fore I’m in a casket
You got so much purpose, stop chasing after
DOn’t want you to be another crab in the basket
Cause when I look at your face I see snakes like medusa
You’re switching sides but I thought I knew ya
Always on the search for a Golden State
Want the cash, the success, the dinner plate
Spend your whole life tryna stuff your pockets
To find out it don’t come in your coffin
Abolish the wallet cause money don’t last
Snakes in the money trees tryn get you attached
Stuck in the cash trap, get out of it
Happiness found in money is counterfeit
But you countin it, and that's your only purpose
The only value in the paper is they say it's worth it
I wanna see people motivated by more than wealth
Do it for others and not for theyself
But they too focused on the money, they adders all
So the problem remains and I’m tryna resolve
[Interlude]
Like sometimes I just wanna take all the money in the world
And just, and just put it together and just set it on fire
And just watch it burn, cause like why
Why are we obsessed with chasing this money, its not gonna last
Why, why does that have to be our goal
Can’t we be, can’t we be living with a purpose
Living to love people, Why do we gotta do our jobs
Go to our jobs everyday and be there just for the money
Can’t we have, Can’t we be doing it out of love for people
And we’ll get the money, but we could be loving at the same time
You know
[Bridge]
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Money changes hearts, it corrupts
Never satisfied when you’re chasing bucks
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Live insecure, learn to trust
Money can’t save, give it up
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Burn the paper, learn to love
Burn the paper, learn to love
Maybe we be gettin somewhere if we
Burn the paper and learn to love yall
[Outro]
I mean like, what’s the real value in this paper
That we like toss around
Can’t, Can’t I just help my neighbor out of the love of my heart
And my goodness, and my, my desire for his well-being
And not just out of the fact that I’m tryna fill my pockets
Like what is that gonna do, what is that money, where is that money goin
What’s, uhhh, what’s the point
I mean, what are we chasing
Why are we tryna stack this stuff up
Uhh
Man, when I’m talkin bout money my bars are pure gold, ya hear
I’m right on the money, I been, I been frank with you
I mean what I gotta say cause money talks right, you know, alright
[Verse 1]
I been around the block but I can’t figure out
Why they runnin circles around the town
Why they runnin circles round this money
That swiss cheese, that lifestyle ugly
They can’t be pleased, they chasing more
Thas the room I’m in and they locked the door
And they lost the keys in the uproar
And they never sleep just lie on the floor
Just lie about whatever when they run their mouth
They run to the money without a doubt
They all green eyes for that green paper
And they Duke it out, Christian Laettner
It’s a devils game and it can’t be won
Lust for stacks goes on and on
You can’t climb higher, you can’t attain
Every step up the ladder is a step up in vein
Where you climbing, you can’t reach the summit
Money fails, no good comes from it
It’s full of wrath and its full of hatred
Moneys a drug and its intoxicatin
That’s toxic, don’t breathe in the air
That asthma, grab the inhaler
When you live and breathe money each drumbeat
Be lucky to never find yourself in despair
Cause it kills, armed and dangerous
Money’s handing out our graves to us
Don’t sleep on its power, it’s evident
You’ll end up dead like our presidents
Even they get more respect than the one we got
Orange got the green, he got the blacks on lock
But rappers busy stuntin and they shun real talk
In the booth countin up bills of the one he shot
Tryna make it rain, think they like the sound
They fight over the money that’s paper route
That’s childish, they playing games
Do it for mo money like Damon Wayans
Day and night, bands on they mind
They sweatin, puttin that overtime
They think about it, they sing about it
Readjust everything in their life around it
Met a rapper think he cool cause he got a gig
Told me he only do it for the rump of the pig
And all my coworkers seem so enslaved to the bacon
Can’t have a conversation without askin how much you makin
Talkin bout racks, racks, causing a racquet
Pray US Open to change, fore I’m in a casket
You got so much purpose, stop chasing after
DOn’t want you to be another crab in the basket
Cause when I look at your face I see snakes like medusa
You’re switching sides but I thought I knew ya
Always on the search for a Golden State
Want the cash, the success, the dinner plate
Spend your whole life tryna stuff your pockets
To find out it don’t come in your coffin
Abolish the wallet cause money don’t last
Snakes in the money trees tryn get you attached
Stuck in the cash trap, get out of it
Happiness found in money is counterfeit
But you countin it, and that's your only purpose
The only value in the paper is they say it's worth it
I wanna see people motivated by more than wealth
Do it for others and not for theyself
But they too focused on the money, they adders all
So the problem remains and I’m tryna resolve
[Interlude]
Like sometimes I just wanna take all the money in the world
And just, and just put it together and just set it on fire
And just watch it burn, cause like why
Why are we obsessed with chasing this money, its not gonna last
Why, why does that have to be our goal
Can’t we be, can’t we be living with a purpose
Living to love people, Why do we gotta do our jobs
Go to our jobs everyday and be there just for the money
Can’t we have, Can’t we be doing it out of love for people
And we’ll get the money, but we could be loving at the same time
You know
[Bridge]
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Money changes hearts, it corrupts
Never satisfied when you’re chasing bucks
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Live insecure, learn to trust
Money can’t save, give it up
Root of evil, tear it up
Burn the paper, learn to love
Burn the paper, learn to love
Burn the paper, learn to love
Maybe we be gettin somewhere if we
Burn the paper and learn to love yall
[Outro]
I mean like, what’s the real value in this paper
That we like toss around
Can’t, Can’t I just help my neighbor out of the love of my heart
And my goodness, and my, my desire for his well-being
And not just out of the fact that I’m tryna fill my pockets
Like what is that gonna do, what is that money, where is that money goin
What’s, uhhh, what’s the point
I mean, what are we chasing
Why are we tryna stack this stuff up
Uhh