Lyrics

Hook:
Money
Won't make you, you, you
But could definitely break you, you
You think it's all good when you pose and front
'til somebody removes you of the things you flaunt
Your mind is on your money as your life goes by
The people in your life begin to leave your side
What's it worth
Everybody say life comes first and not the

1st Verse:
Prestige in the name of money
Nose in the air
Fair-weather type fortunate to be a millionaire
Don't matter if you're royalty
You're nothing but the heir to acknowledgement of others and we really don't care
Respect is in order regardless of the status of another human being
When the principle that matters is your role in society
Positive or negative
Not the ranking of a person's surplus or deficit
Putting too much emphasis
On the money and position that it represents
Recognize the differences
The love that's presented to the wealthiest
Remains a matter of trust
Should question if it's genuine
The sentiment that financial success demands a prevalent position in the world remains a
detriment
When respect should be presented whether living on the street among the homeless or you
serving as a president

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2nd Verse:
Materials acquired in pursuit of self worth
Walking the earth
Expensive items celebrated first
The purchasing of fine things
With intentions to bring
Attention to yourself disregarding who you're spiting
Not aware of all the danger you're inviting
You're shining while individuals devising
And formulating plans to remove you of your glam and your glitz
And other valuables defining
Your perception of success through possession of goods
Wanting acknowledgement of wealth but you're misunderstood
While the unfortunate consider all your acts to be vain
With the thought of nothing to lose but something to gain
All the same
You're hunted and considered the game
Strictly based upon the value that you put in a name
The flashing of your acquisitions
To the unfortunate could put you in a dangerous position
Say!

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3rd Verse:
Mentality revolved around money coming first
Putting in work
Neglecting all relationships of worth
The tunnel vision approach
The focusing and hope of acquiring a fortune with the fear of going broke
Companionship a joke
As you never realize
In the eyes of your confidants your mind is on remote
Location as you're steady chasing cash with a passion
The last thing you question, are your people going to fold
Around you
Push them to the side and the pride of the strongest individual will slide and you'll find
That the closest to you looking to confide in another
Your life is a clutter and the money is the prize
The dollar signs permeate your eyes to the root
Despise in the people that you fail to salute
Putting money in your life over the people you confide in
Is something that you always should refute
Say!

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