[Intro: Teddy KGB, George Carlin]
Pay him, pay that man his money
All powerful, all perfect, all knowing and all wise
Somehow, just can't handle money
He always needs money

[Verse 1: Acumental]
Fuck a six figure salary
I want the glitz and the glam that be making other rich people mad at me
Coins and bank notes, your boy will take those
I'm tryna turn this pumpkin to a royal stage coach
The dollar sign's out of sight, not out of mind
So when I spot it on the line I stop on a dime
To steal a worm from the early bird's nest yo
See me and Term need to learn to burn less dough
I'd save it up but times are tough
And the truth is that I could really use it sooner
People saying money can't buy you love, well
I don't want love, I want a new computer, come on
Somebody throw me a bone
Punching numbers like a rotary phone but still I'm broke and alone
Got moths in my piggy bank
My whip stalls on the interstate
Getting ripped off, now I litigate
The root of all evil causing global debacles
Burning holes in my pocket, so I go to McDonald's
When there's food in the fridge, you know how stupid that is?
While these lawyers and employers keep withholding a profit, shit
Can't help but debate if it's worth the fee
I certainly hate that I basically work for free
Exchanging my currency for eighters of purple weed
To keep me level-headed in case of emergency
My wallet is dry 'til it fall from the sky
Nobody defaults on their finance more often than I
See, we burn it, we spend it, we earn it, we lend it
Keeps the world turning, the circle is endless
[Chorus]
Money, it don't grow on a tree branch
About to go broke, someone throw me the greenbacks
Money, yeah, you put it where your mouth is
Looking for it underneath the cushions on the couch
It's money
We could all use a little more
To move around from the mall to the liquor store
Money, they say it's equal to time
The fees and the fines will keep you in line
It's called money

[Interlude: Fred Jung]
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust
And when you're up, it's never as good as it seems
And when you're down, you never think you'll be up again
But life goes on

[Verse 2: Term K]
I'm unemployed about to graduate
They want my family fortune and about every frog skin I have on me
They want a portion of your salary
Well, that's the kind of shit that's gonna cause you to retaliate
But they're the ones with arsenals and cavalries
So who's the war between?
Right corner corporate greed, the left, a horde of sheep
Stop the lies, the profit rises no matter how many cardboard signs you occupy
Should've gave half a rat's ass back in math class
Enslaved to the back tax, flag at half mast
My life is straight but it lacks cash
White belt up against the sensei with a black sash
Big toe pops through the hole in my crew sock
Stony broke with no moolah
When my ship comes in I'll fold loot
Stack C-notes in a shoebox
Until then I need to get some ends
You could bet your bottom ruble
That I got a belly full of Ramen noodle, and I'm out of Luker
Call 'em dollars, call 'em pesos, yo, I call it Play-Doh
'Cause all I got is small potatoes
Pocket full of lint, better get the readies
Because it's hell living this shit skint penniless
Dreaming of big spending them stiff presidents
Move from brick tenements to the king's residence
Pay the mortgage on the poor house
Those who ignore the door mouse lose heads
From shore to shore, north, south and the middle
I can't afford to give you any more than my two cents
[Chorus]
Money, it don't grow on a tree branch
About to go broke, someone throw me the greenbacks
Money, yeah, you put it where your mouth is
Looking for it underneath the cushions on the couch
It's money
We could all use a little more
To move around from the mall to the liquor store
Money, they say it's equal to time
The fees and the fines will keep you in line
It's called money