Infinite content We're infinitely content And all your money is already spent on it All your money is already spent On infinite content

Put a girl in it You can buy you a brand new truck Chrome it all out, jack it way up You can build you a house up high on a hill With a pool and a pond and a view to kill You can make all the money in sight But you ain't livin' a good life 'Til you put a

Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Elevator! Going up! In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision, a clinical precision

I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me (ha—ha—ha) We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again

Rage, rage the night away Forget about the money I spent today Hope you save everything 'til you in the grave Ball 'til you fall, throw it all away We alive right now I'm a need y'all to turn the fuck up, now! I'm a need y'all to roll a blunt up, now! Go

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

Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still

Hallelujah, I need your love For you, there's only love You're how I'm living When all my friends say I should take some space Well I can't envision, that for a minute When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray It never was about the money or the drugs

You're screwed up and brilliant And look like a million dollar man I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way, I don't know So why is my heart broke? One for the money, two for the show You said I was the most exotic flower

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun