Money

Money

Everybody wants some

But the best damn people I know

They ain’t got none

Working

9 to 9 kick aside

Your people and free all who matters

Say! you got platinum status. Congrats

Na Na Na Na Na Na

Ew ew ew ew ew

Na Na Na Na Na Na

Ew ew ew ew ew

Envy. Of what?

There’s always a richer Jones

Eww you got bad case

A big shot of tall poppy syndrome C’mon

Na Na Na Na Na Na

Ew ew ew ew ew

Na Na Na Na Na Na

Ew ew ew ew ew

Yeah yeah yeah

Is all you hear

Those sickly silk pants are proof they ain’t

Your friends just syc syc syc syc syc sycophants

Your time’s gettin’ nearer

Reminisce with the mirror

Least you can buy a sweet tombstone

Where nobody will ever leave a damn rose