作词 : Deborah Anderson/Stephan Haeri/Jermaine Cole/Fabrice Dumont/Christophe Hetier/Michael Giffts
作曲 : Deborah Anderson/Stephan Haeri/Jermaine Cole/Fabrice Dumont/Christophe Hetier/Michael Giffts
Ey yo x3
I hate rich ****ing goddammit
Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit
Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
Who you had to **** just to make it to the top dammit
Or maybe that's daddy money,escalator no ladder money
Escalading new caddy money
Worst fear going broke cause I'm bad with money.
Crookest smile nigga momma never had the money damn
I ain't trippin'
A b***h Jordan I ain't Pippen yea
Up the steps I ain't slippin'
Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin, Pierce
A song you can sing along with when you down
On some let you know you ain't alone shit
When your momma ain't at home cause she got a second job
Delivering pizzas you think she out there getting robbed
Please God watch her I know how niggas d
Half cracker but a nigga to
Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pop
How he was a dog now look at you
I ain't bad as that b***h plus dawg I'm a grown man no
I ain't mad at that nigga
But if a plane crash and only it killed his lame ass
I'd be glad its that shit, b***h
Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
Refund check she used that to float.
Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
On crack use that to cope
Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of wee
Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
Could've drowned, but I grabbed the rope
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing,
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
I hate rich ****ing goddammit
Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit
Niggas can't front on the flows you go
But every ****ing verse how much dough you go
Homie, don't quit now hear my shit and tried to switch now
Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just no
Ain't it more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you?
I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
**** it more to you, saw through yo
And it made me ashamed that I played the game
Not for more money like Damon Wayans
Wanted the respect but it came with fame
I just wanted love but it just ain't the same
I took a train down memory lane
And watching little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name
It's like Sony signed Basquiat
He gave it all he got now the nigga don't paint the same thang
I guess he can't complain
All the money that be raining in
Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
Thinking old school niggas like Dana and Dan
Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same
Yeah, b***h, at least he ain't insan
At least he ain't insane
You ain't crazy, mother****er, you're just afraid of change
That's new, maybe that's true
But listen here I got a bigger fear Of one day that I become you.
And I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the Ménages
Just one b***h don't feel the same no mor
And Henny don't really kill the pain no more
Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
Cause I can't maintain no more.
Tad bit extreme I know.
Money can't save your soul.
But there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you
And there go you
And there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing,
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh
How much for your soul and uh