Money, money, money In the rich man's world It's a rich man's world Must be funny Always sunny All the things I could do If I had a little money Ain't it sad

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

Roll me up and smoke me when I die Just roll me up and smoke me when I die. So don't sit around and cry And if anyone don't like it, just look 'em in the eye I didn't come here, and I ain't leavin' Now you won't see no sad and teary eyes When I get my

(Park Hill romance) We got the love but they put out the fire (Park Hill romance) 'Cause they expect us to walk on the wire I love ya, will you marry me? Oh, what a shame we gotta pay for reality Ain't it sad, sad, sad? Every day, every day, every single

'Cause the woman that was with me She treated me so dirty, lowdown, and bad Cried all night, alone in my bed I'm gonna treat her the best way that I can I ain't got no woman but I don't feel sad I ain't got no woman, but I don't, no I don't feel sad

From my head to my toes Feeling overexposed I wanna be naked with you All my faults, all your stars Who I am, who you are I wanna be, oh, naked with you, naked with you Not afraid to show, I just wanna say I ain't no Ken and you ain't no Barbie Ain't

Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Won't you follow me into the jungle (Oh Lord, said oh Lord, I said oh Lord) Yeah, yeah, yeah Well it's too long living in the same old lives

I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway You know I would throw it all away All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul Got a hundred big faces, but I'm still alone Ayy, I would throw it all away

Let it fall Will you help me paint a smile On this sad, sad world When it meets you on the other side baby We're all prisoners in a simple mind baby You can grip my arm to pass the time baby Let it fall, So what's your game plan Walking among the

I remember being broke and down bad Now I pay nothing for my sneakers 'cause I'm NAV He can't get a feature so he mad I ain't nothing like these rappers they won't last I don't wanna call her now she sad It's 'cause I'm getting money fucking bitches