Making money makes me sick
but really it’s the only thing that makes me tick
I live for my paycheck, my bonus and raise
i’ll pretty much do anything that pays
Truth be told, i’d rather not work
but then i’d be giving up all of my perks
the car, the house, the kids and the wife
cause you can’t hold onto anything without the tool that pays for life
its money, its green and can give you a high
but to tell you the truth it’s just a big lie
you don’t need money to do anything at all
But you can take my word for it or not, it’s your call
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