Текст песни: Kyprios. Say Something. Root Of All Evil.

Okay man, first you make the music
Then you get the money
Then you get the power

I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax
And your spines green, I'm seein' only green backs
And I mean stacks of cash, no need to relax
Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the rack

A G for her lips, a G for her ass
Movin' on up, all the way to upper class
Up another man, I pass cash like Tony Soprano
King of New York taking over Chicago

Ain't no Ronald McDonald, your dreams, I'm livin in em'
Got models with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em'
In a yacht by the dock with a helicopter
You can't refuse and can't get a better offer

I'm the author of the American dream
And yeah, my pen's made of green, I'm just an arrogant fiend
And when the ink dries my name is capitalized
The capitalist still not happy for shit
I made a million, I made a million

Why am I suffering inside?
When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's lyin'
Why, oh why, am I suffering inside?
My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin'

Mister Lamborghini, Mister Thong Bikini
Now, you see me, now, you don't, call me Don Houdini
Eeny meeny miney moe, help me catch a ho
Money makin', dummy breakin' professional

I got a bank in the Caymans, never stay with the laymen
Pay the Gods off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 Hammers mansion
Charlie Manson with the Helter Skelter
I'm playin' Vice City, downstairs in my bomb shelter

I never felt a bit of satisfaction
For the automatic, automated cash reaction
Which you get and you got if you're makin' the ends
When you got a lot of bills but ain't got no sense
(Cents)

Why am I suffering inside?
When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's lyin'
Why, oh why, am I suffering inside?
My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin'

Are you a mess?
Well, money can buy you respect and success
Are you depressed?
Well, money can buy you happiness so invest

It's all about winning
Coming up and knocking down, is your head spinning?
Money makes the world go round and around
Dollar, dollar bill, ya'll love the sound

Don't eat the rich they're the same as us
I'm not sayin' money's bad, it's just dangerous
Like Angel Dust it's addictive
Know what you want and what the risk is

Why am I suffering inside?
When everybody loves me I feel everybody's lyin'
Why are we so concerned with our money?
If it's the root of evil, why are we still planting seeds?

Why are we still planting seeds?
Why are we still planting seeds?