She got rich but it's not her's I've heard more fake stories than a therapist Lying on the couch confessing I've been feeling empty Evil is the root of all money, don't tempt me
I just bought a new marble table for my house now Don't know who I'm kidding 'cause I'm only eating out now Got the whole front done in floor to ceiling glass So all the low-lifes can see me as they're walking past
I got my mind on my money, you don't need to tell me now Yeah we get it so fast, we ain't ever slowing down I could pay a King's ransom, pay the whole thing cash Run on the bank, I call that the money dash
Got five cars parked up outside the front, it's like a forecourt Everybody want in, but this life they can't afford, no If you're giving 2 cents, I gon' double and give four while All these broke running from the wolf at the door
Life on the inside, on the inside Welcome to life on the inside Sell your soul for life on the inside
Wrote this poem so I could put my money where my mouth is Now they gon' come for me, they probably get me ousted Keep the camera rolling, but only through the good times Money buy you happiness, they tell you but it's all lies
Inside those gates where life's so great People who lie and manipulate In gold, we're worth our own weight Yeah it's money on my mind I got money on my plate
Won't you comfort me? Tell me what you've done for me Where'd you go this summer? We only spend in hundreds He pays for all his lovers She only deals in numbers They don't give a single fucking thought about each other
Hi, my name is JC, but you can call me rich So in love with nepotism, keep it in our clique Find my shade by a money tree I got a couple thousand friends but feel lonely
Life on the inside, on the inside Welcome to life on the inside Sell your soul for lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
