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Make Money Money
by John Reuben
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Make money, money, make money, money
Save money, money, save money, money
Left high school at sixteen, pick an identity
Entrepreneurial dreams, find yourself a strategy
Next Saturday the class of '97 is graduating
In a couple of years, I’ll grab a G.E.D
As for now we’ll just make ends meet
Put our art in the place where it’s forced to succeed
The place where your hobbies and the real world meet
Forty minute walks to work to bus tables full time
With a pair of headphones on to block out traffic going by
Forty back to make music all night
With a pair of headphones on to block out my life
Open mic nights, let the spit fly
A hundred hands reaching for the chance to try
And maybe I grew up a bit too quick
It can’t be all about the music, admit it
So if you make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
You better save money, money, save money, money, money
(Save money, money, save money, money, money)
It goes fast
(Goes fast)
No cash
(No cash)
We used to shop discount racks for brand name specials
Mix and match designer scraps to look presentable
Hated on those who appeared more successful
Sloppy and broke became the look because it was affordable
Before it was fashionable
Now kids pay good money to look poor
And get charged for the extra work
Of perfectly placed character
Isn’t that some irony? Expensively indie
Make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
You better save money, money, save money, money, money
(Save money, money, save money, money, money)
It goes fast
(Goes fast)
No cash
I was told security with a cushion, just in case
How can I plan for the future if I can’t afford today?
Rap's a game that mostly amateurs play
And there are very few professionals that are getting paid
Go on there indie rappers and find your shtick
Throw it up against the wall and pray that it sticks
We used to say no gimmicks but everybody’s got one
No gimmicks, mine is that I’ve got none
Lost the truth, marketing honesty
The rap game is a sport of psychology
Underdogs go where they find opportunity
While spoiled children romanticize poverty
So if you make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
You better save money, money, save money, money, money
(Save money, money, save money, money, money)
It goes fast
(Goes fast)
No cash
(No cash)
Better make it last
(Better make it last)
Better make it last
(Better make it last)
Make money, money, make money, money
Save money, money, save money, money
Left high school at sixteen, pick an identity
Entrepreneurial dreams, find yourself a strategy
Next Saturday the class of '97 is graduating
In a couple of years, I’ll grab a G.E.D
As for now we’ll just make ends meet
Put our art in the place where it’s forced to succeed
The place where your hobbies and the real world meet
Forty minute walks to work to bus tables full time
With a pair of headphones on to block out traffic going by
Forty back to make music all night
With a pair of headphones on to block out my life
Open mic nights, let the spit fly
A hundred hands reaching for the chance to try
And maybe I grew up a bit too quick
It can’t be all about the music, admit it
So if you make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
You better save money, money, save money, money, money
(Save money, money, save money, money, money)
It goes fast
(Goes fast)
No cash
(No cash)
We used to shop discount racks for brand name specials
Mix and match designer scraps to look presentable
Hated on those who appeared more successful
Sloppy and broke became the look because it was affordable
Before it was fashionable
Now kids pay good money to look poor
And get charged for the extra work
Of perfectly placed character
Isn’t that some irony? Expensively indie
Make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
You better save money, money, save money, money, money
(Save money, money, save money, money, money)
It goes fast
(Goes fast)
No cash
I was told security with a cushion, just in case
How can I plan for the future if I can’t afford today?
Rap's a game that mostly amateurs play
And there are very few professionals that are getting paid
Go on there indie rappers and find your shtick
Throw it up against the wall and pray that it sticks
We used to say no gimmicks but everybody’s got one
No gimmicks, mine is that I’ve got none
Lost the truth, marketing honesty
The rap game is a sport of psychology
Underdogs go where they find opportunity
While spoiled children romanticize poverty
So if you make money, money, make money, money, money
(Make money, money, make money, money, money)
You better save money, money, save money, money, money
(Save money, money, save money, money, money)
It goes fast
(Goes fast)
No cash
(No cash)
Better make it last
(Better make it last)
Better make it last
(Better make it last)
