We all fiend for the dollar signs, gotta buy more stuff
People willing to murder over paper, call it Warbucks
Materialism is the new imperialism, you gotta have the most so you can boast
You gotta have the coat to match the boots, while hoping that the loot exists
To make it through the week without skipping food as a stupid wish
It's killing you just to look the freshest
Was it really worth it, did you really get what you expected?
And I'm willing to bet, half the people listening are living in debt and still will fill in a check
To buy a little respect in the form of gold chains
Got you bending over backwards like the Cirque du Soleil
Buy bottles of Rose when you hardly can hold cake
Yo I'm sorry but no way will my pockets be so fake
I ain't got much but I can promise this
I'm 'boutta make them dollars circulate like communists

Brothers will stick you for your cheese, stay quick to get a piece
Cake never get it free, stack scrilla 'til a million bills no longer have a fee
Til' my mom can travel free, 'til my brothers in the gutter ain't gotta rob to have a feast
Let the dollars circulate, 'til my pockets percolate
'Til my wallet's got a taste of that paper with a face
It's what we all say, we wanna be the richest in the room
'Til it's time to carry riches to our tombs

When brothers get hungry, best believe it ain't funny
Basically you better be prepared to leave without your money
'Cause a bullet to the tummy is a real possibility
Leave you body with a chilly freeze just to get some Mickey D's
The fiends smoking on some sticky trees, sobriety's a foreign concept
Holding heat's the only freedom seen up in the projects
Waiting for the first of the month to burst with the guns
Greed can make you do some crazy things
Making cream can leave some corpses, that fat lady sings
The end of another chapter, just because of the green they were after Now another mother is crying alone at home
Nothing can bring her baby back, just because a junkie taking crack wanted to make some crazy stacks
Now who of all people can ever deny that this is the root of all evil?

Brothers will stick you for your cheese, stay quick to get a piece
Cake never get it free, stack scrilla 'til a million bills no longer have a fee
Til' my mom can travel free, 'til my brothers in the gutter ain't gotta rob to have a feast
Let the dollars circulate, 'til my pockets percolate
'Til my wallet's got a taste of that paper with a face
It's what we all say, we wanna be the richest in the room
'Til it's time to carry riches to our tombs