[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 niggas 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
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 niggas 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
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