Money Ain’t $hit Kameron Marlowe

[Verse 1]
You can drive a fifth-generation third motor oil truck
Or ride anywhere on your thumb and some luck
With muddy old boots or get around in your dirty bare feet
You can live in a trailer underneath a bridge
Havin' just enough ain't a wrong way to live
Life ain't about price tags, Cadillacs, or first class seats

[Chorus]
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
Tryna get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No, it ain't gonna fit
'Causе on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit

[Verse 2]
That's what thе alley-cat trash-can old man said
As he pointed at the three words painted in red
On the dumpster where I was sure cuttin' my way through
He said, "I chased it for twenty good years of my life
It cost me my kids and a couple ex-wives
Everything they say it buys, buddy, it ain't true"