Lyrics Money - Thavius Beck

Money

What’s the difference between gold and gold plated?
What keeps the Ivy league and rec league separated?
Educational access?
There’s roaches on the mattress!
Why does one become a ho and not an actress?
Oh…
Get it, make it, split it, take it
Spend it, use it, lend it, abuse it
Need it, want it, save it, flaunt it
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Just how far would you go to get some money?
Some brothers become cold-hearted niggas over money
Others turn to corner prophets trying to turn a profit
Or aim their loaded pocket rockets at ocular sockets
Dollars, Euros, Pounds
They all make the world go ‘round
Stack up enough change
And exchange it for some thangs
Buy a shiny suit
Two-thousand-dollar boots
Yeah in G-d we trust
‘Cuz G-d supports our lust for…
You need it to get it
Spend it on some lotto tickets
You’re lonely without it
When you’ve got it
Then they kick it
They try to dick you for it?
Go outside with signs and picket
The most self-proclaimed righteous turn wicked over…
It’s the symbol of another nations occupation
And you’d probably laugh if I mentioned reparations
What was the purpose of that middle passage destination?
The architects immortalized with center placement on my money