| I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax
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| And your spines green, I’m seein' only green backs
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| And I mean stacks of cash, no need to relax
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| Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the rack
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| A G for her lips, a G for her ass
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| Movin' on up all the way to upper class
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| Up another man I pass, cash like Tony Soprano
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| King of New York taking over Chicago
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| Ain’t no Ronald McDonald, your dreams I’m livin in em'
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| Got models with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em'
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| In a yacht by the dock with a helicopter
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| You can’t refuse and can’t get a better offer
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| I’m the author of the American dream
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| And yeah my pen’s made of green I’m just an arrogant fiend
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| And when the ink dries my name is capitalized
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| The capitalist still not happy for shit
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| «I made a million, I made a million»
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| Why am I suffering inside?
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| When everbody loves me I feel everybody’s lyin'
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| Why oh why am I suffering inside?
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| My mind is on my money but my money’s got me cryin'
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| Mister Lamborghini, Mister thong bikini
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| Now you see me now you don’t call me Don Houdini
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| Eeny meeny miney moe help me catch a ho
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| Money makin' dummy breakin' professioinal
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| I got a bank in the Caymans
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| Never stay with the laymen
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| Pay the gods off on Sunday, Amen
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| There’s 80 Hammers mansion
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| Charlie Manson with the Helter Skelter
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| I’m playin' Vice City downstairs in my bomb shelter
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| I never felt a bit of satisfaction
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| For the automatic, automated cash reaction
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| Which you get and you got if you’re makin' the ends
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| When you got a lot of bills but ain’t got no sense (cents)
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| Are you a mess?
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| Well money can buy you respect and success
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| Are you depressed?
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| Well money can buy you happiness so invest
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| It’s all about winning, coming up and knocking down
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| Is your head spinning? |
| Money makes the world go round
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| And around…
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| Dollar, Dollar bill ya’ll love the sound
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| Don’t eat the rich they’re the same as us
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| I’m not sayin' money’s bad it’s just dangerous
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| Like angel dust it’s addictive
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| Know what you want and what the risk is
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| Why am I suffering inside?
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| When everybody loves me I feel everybody’s lyin'
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| Why are we so concerned with our money?
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| If it’s the root of evil why are we still planting seeds?
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| Why are we still planting seeds?
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| Why are we still planting seeds? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Root Of All Evil, artist - Paris. Album song Guerrilla Funk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп