Money
I used to walk around Hollywood, head in my hand
Just billboards, staring, trying to figure out the plan
At mid-nineteen, I worked the graveyard
Eight-to-four at Taco Bell, I had to slave hard
Next morning, I'm up late, running for the train
Boys steady on my neck, I gotta maintain
And I gotta pay this damn rent somehow
Wishing I could be a millionaire right now
Mama, can you send me fifty?
Daddy, can you send me twenty-five?
Annie, can you please put ten on the food?
Granny in her grave probably crying right now
Mental cap is getting pretty low
Air mattress broke, sleeping on the floor with the roaches
But somehow, it kept mе going
You need money, you need the bucks
Sick of getting told you need to shut thе fuck up
You better hush, need to fill a rush
Wait 'til I see a couple million in the bank
It ain't enough money, we don't give a fuck
You need to get up out the way, you need to back the hell up
It ain't enough to look, I need to touch
We need the money, we need the money
I used to walk around Hollywood, head in my hand
Knew one day I'd see the world, I didn't know when
Take it back right then, and let's go on slow
Freestyling with my daddy like, "You gon' blow"
Back to reality, I'm up late for the train
Boys steady on my neck, I gotta maintain
And I gotta pay this damn rent somehow
When I left, it's the last time I clocked out
Mama, can you send me fifty?
Daddy, can you send me twenty-five?
Annie, can you please put ten on the food?
Granny in her grave probably crying right now
My mental cap is getting pretty low
Air mattress broke, sleeping on the floor with the roaches
But somehow, it kept me going
You need money, you need the bucks
Sick of getting told you need to shut the fuck up
You better hush, need to fill a rush
Wait 'til I see a couple million in the bank
It ain't enough money, we don't give a fuck
You need to get up out the way, you need to back the hell up
It ain't enough to look, I need to touch
We need the money, we need the money
We need the m— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money, yeah
Give it to me
Started early on my own grave
Close friends come, then they drift away
Hope my mama's still proud of me
House so dark, it was so sunny
Started early on my own grave
Close friends come, then they drift away
From Willcut to the hills, dig an early grave
Ain't it funny
What you do when you—
You need money, you need the bucks
Sick of getting told you need to shut the fuck up
You better hush, need to fill a rush
Wait 'til I see a couple million in the bank
It ain't enough money, we don't give a fuck
You need to get up out the way, you need to back the hell up
It ain't enough to look, I need to touch
We need the money, we need the money
We need the m— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money, yeah
Give it to me
We need the m— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money, yeah
Give it to me
Just billboards, staring, trying to figure out the plan
At mid-nineteen, I worked the graveyard
Eight-to-four at Taco Bell, I had to slave hard
Next morning, I'm up late, running for the train
Boys steady on my neck, I gotta maintain
And I gotta pay this damn rent somehow
Wishing I could be a millionaire right now
Mama, can you send me fifty?
Daddy, can you send me twenty-five?
Annie, can you please put ten on the food?
Granny in her grave probably crying right now
Mental cap is getting pretty low
Air mattress broke, sleeping on the floor with the roaches
But somehow, it kept mе going
You need money, you need the bucks
Sick of getting told you need to shut thе fuck up
You better hush, need to fill a rush
Wait 'til I see a couple million in the bank
It ain't enough money, we don't give a fuck
You need to get up out the way, you need to back the hell up
It ain't enough to look, I need to touch
We need the money, we need the money
I used to walk around Hollywood, head in my hand
Knew one day I'd see the world, I didn't know when
Take it back right then, and let's go on slow
Freestyling with my daddy like, "You gon' blow"
Back to reality, I'm up late for the train
Boys steady on my neck, I gotta maintain
And I gotta pay this damn rent somehow
When I left, it's the last time I clocked out
Mama, can you send me fifty?
Daddy, can you send me twenty-five?
Annie, can you please put ten on the food?
Granny in her grave probably crying right now
My mental cap is getting pretty low
Air mattress broke, sleeping on the floor with the roaches
But somehow, it kept me going
You need money, you need the bucks
Sick of getting told you need to shut the fuck up
You better hush, need to fill a rush
Wait 'til I see a couple million in the bank
It ain't enough money, we don't give a fuck
You need to get up out the way, you need to back the hell up
It ain't enough to look, I need to touch
We need the money, we need the money
We need the m— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money, yeah
Give it to me
Started early on my own grave
Close friends come, then they drift away
Hope my mama's still proud of me
House so dark, it was so sunny
Started early on my own grave
Close friends come, then they drift away
From Willcut to the hills, dig an early grave
Ain't it funny
What you do when you—
You need money, you need the bucks
Sick of getting told you need to shut the fuck up
You better hush, need to fill a rush
Wait 'til I see a couple million in the bank
It ain't enough money, we don't give a fuck
You need to get up out the way, you need to back the hell up
It ain't enough to look, I need to touch
We need the money, we need the money
We need the m— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money, yeah
Give it to me
We need the m— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money
M— m— money, m— m— m— money, yeah
Give it to me
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Writer(s): Michael Jackson
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