Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Good, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Fuck the Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Javotti Media
Song language: English
Money Good |
When the money come it’s sweet as a honeybun |
But when the money gone they hide like a honeycomb |
They tell you get your education |
Nigga, go to college |
They colonizing your mind like Rhodesia |
What you, a Rhodes scholar? |
They never tell you that degree is just a receipt |
You be paying off them loans til you’re 6 feet deep |
Peep |
In my environment every snitch gon' have to die |
You ask me why |
Cuz my entitlement is American as apple pie |
It’s hard to get a check, it’s easy to get in debt |
Then get it wet |
You could get a little head for a little bread |
That shit is dead |
Get by, get over |
You gotta get ahead or be back in the shelter by 12 so you can get a bed |
The conditions you raised in is preyin on your decision-making |
You concentrating on that short paper |
The broad paper, that hard candy, that jaw breaker |
The dark side of the force pay for that Lord Vader |
How you tell a nigga from the hood? |
We on the Dirty, Sexy Money like Blair Underwood |
My money good (x4) |
Can’t touch it |
It’s only human to want to look |
Money talk |
My shit be tellin everyone to shhh |
My money good (x4) |
The millionaire musician a fairly recent phenomenon |
Before there was musicians performing on the street corners |
Out in the deep forest |
The city drop the beat, the night air sing a sweet chorus |
The trees lean toward us in order to take in the CO2 that we let out and |
convert it into oxygen |
Every time you blow a breath out you start the cycle again |
Recycle the wind, spin it any way you want it |
It’s priceless, this life is a blessing |
No matter how you slice it or dice it, you can grill it like a swordfish |
A beautiful mind, the bars gorgeous |
I know I’m a suspect |
When I’m walking and the streets is like my office |
We the working class artists |
They wishin that we was porpoise |
But I know my worth |
Tell em to make an offer of gold first |
I’m in the fight of my life and I’m taking the whole purse |
Soul search |
For getting paid for creating the cold verse |
Got the money on my mind |
Tryna escape and it don’t work |
Church |
Repeat chorus |