Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Orientated, artist - Apathy.
Date of issue: 03.01.2006
Song language: English
Money Orientated |
And my mentality is money orientated* |
I’m money orientated, I’m money orientated |
And my mentality is money orientated |
I’m money orientated, all my peeps who never made it |
Is it cash that you’re after after all? |
Playing roles like an actor at casting calls |
For my infant, the instant you laugh and crawl |
To the death, last breath and the casket falls |
Get money, get paper, get dough, get currency |
Property, jewellery, stability, security |
Cause I know you and you know me |
I’ll front you then you’ll owe me |
And they probably want a taste of what that life is like |
And they’d probably stab their mother if the price is right |
Cause sitting right in front of broke folks counting money |
Is like eating food in front of somebody hungry |
Cause this right here got the girls in a frenzy |
This right here make a whole world envy |
This right here got my brain fucked up |
Cause this right here, this this right here |
And my mentality is money orientated |
I’m money orientated, I’m money orientated |
And my mentality is money orientated |
I’m money orientated, all my peeps who never made it |
Even if I made more money than the porno biz |
Had a genius accountant, some sort of wiz |
I would still be broker than the orphan kid |
Cause I wear more Jordans than Jordan did |
And I’m calling overseas when I’m back in Connecticut |
My cellphone bill looks like the national deficit |
Cause I know you and you know me |
I ain’t rocked stunner shades since Kool Mo Dee |
And the treacherous three, what I’m destined to be |
Leaving my bank account effed up effortlessly |
Dark clouds or sunny, beautiful or ugly |
Everybody stay chasing after that money |
You ain’t nothing but a slave for the money, you think you a pimp |
But that Franklin in your pocket is what paid for your honey |
Can’t sit and wait for your days to get sunny |
Crime pays tax-free, ain’t nothing funny |
The boy became a hustler, the girl turned stripper |
She wanna cop Gucci, he wanna get a blinker |
Every time I sit down and mash on the clicker |
I see some new shit that turn me to a gold digger |
Don’t know what made me materialistic |
All I know is that I gotta be on some rich shit |
Shopping at the mall everyday like it’s Christmas |
I got a slight problem, only money can fix this |