Some future in my eyes, bright Hush don't explain When you water down my name I'll be up too late Call me when you get Better at your game You haven't beat me yet Though my vision is strained Piss poor, riding high, sunbathing fireside

Fall down on your knees and pray People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy Don't they know on the judgment day That their gold and silver will melt away I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave And know that my poor soul was saved Than

Nobody ever told you You shine like a diamond And you need to know What nobody ever told you Glitter like a gold Wish you could see yourself the way I do Take off all the makeup girl Shine your light, show the world Don’t be shy, don’t be scared

Honey, whaddya do for money So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Whaddya do for money What you gonna do You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free

Nobody ever told you You shine like a diamond And you need to know What nobody ever told you Glitter like a gold Wish you could see yourself the way I do Take off all the makeup girl Shine your light, show the world Don’t be shy, don’t be scared

Gold coins everywhere, Dollars up in the air It's a billionaire's love affair Money pours like the rain falls And I'mma spend it like I don't care That's what I dream of in my head Gold coins out the window My grills are so neat, drip icy cold Got

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

Zero the hero Accept the fact that you're the second rate Life is easy for you It's all served up on a gold plated plate And we don't even to talk to you Your face is normal that's the you're bred And that's the way you're going to stay Your head is

You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been watching you For some time

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful