Greenbacks
Life is but a dollar and a dream
Money seems to always be the theme
Know just what I mean
Always on my mind got bigger schemes
Trynna ride in limousines sit back collect the green
Like Joey said man I'm trynna get the green back
Stack it up all for the fam just so I can lean back
Money for the peace of mind man I think I need that
Something like a one of kind yea I think I be that
Make it 50 ways in 50 days
Got bigger plans in mind
Need better raise and bigger pays
Look for blue faces in new places need bigger spaces
Trynna make the crib like an oasis you niggas basic
Life is but a dollar and a dream
Money seems to always be the theme
Know just what I mean
Always on my mind got bigger schemes
Trynna ride in limousines sit back collect the green
What you do it for?
Need a house up in the hills chasing thrills that's the money
What you do it for?
For the ones that you love up above that's the money
Look, what you trynna do
What you trynna prove
What you trynna lose
Sacrifice to gain understand the understatement always patient
Me and my niggas stay on the move never second
Running laps to stay in place
Thinking bout the time I need haste
My pace at stake from the ways
I see to make it stack family yeah they need that
Had to dip get ripped flip the script then brisk
Get real Cold on em
Learn the code on em
Never fold on em
Check it see the fire in my pigment
Hold a essence or transcendence
On a mission far beyond Your pensions
But the mentions say none
Cause tensions if so lots of presidents i need
The relevance i feed
With intelligence i plead
The message from the temple I seek
What's mine tat it on my chest
Nothing more nothing less nigga
I did it cause I thought that if I got a grip on
How to deposit a dollar into my pocket I would be happy
My heart beat hit a Stan Lee
In it for a minute then it hit a flat Stanley
Stabbin at these transactions Had my pockets on swiss
Caught a buck shot's worth of hollow tips in my happiness
Had a handfull heavy as anvils
And you tellin me to keep my damn cup half full?
Imma fool for not knowing for me
My reasons for chasin the broccoli
Brought me smoke and no clarity
I want smoke in all sincerity
Society set me up for suffering silently
When I realize that greenbacks ain't shit
Packin' up my duffel just to hustle like the bag lady
But I guess I got sprayed with the gamma ray
Cause these green eyes got a nigga real mad lately
What's enough when you're filling your cup
Spill the tea but it still ain't enough
Prioritizing a skill ain't enough
How much bread do I need
Fore it heads into greed
With a villainous touch
Young tiller With the mood of upheaval
Illusions deceive
Of money being rooted in evil It's usually in people
So who do we lean to?
The double cup under the
One that sucks life outta us
We drink it while it stomachs us
I've been getting stronger
All these fights know my verses getting longer
More I learn more shit I start to ponder
Try to find some answers and the more I start to wander
Questions so vast feel like I'm lost at sea
Don't know what's under or what it could be
If I keep diving lower will it make shit harder
Worried I might drown swimming in these
Blue waters
Money seems to always be the theme
Know just what I mean
Always on my mind got bigger schemes
Trynna ride in limousines sit back collect the green
Like Joey said man I'm trynna get the green back
Stack it up all for the fam just so I can lean back
Money for the peace of mind man I think I need that
Something like a one of kind yea I think I be that
Make it 50 ways in 50 days
Got bigger plans in mind
Need better raise and bigger pays
Look for blue faces in new places need bigger spaces
Trynna make the crib like an oasis you niggas basic
Life is but a dollar and a dream
Money seems to always be the theme
Know just what I mean
Always on my mind got bigger schemes
Trynna ride in limousines sit back collect the green
What you do it for?
Need a house up in the hills chasing thrills that's the money
What you do it for?
For the ones that you love up above that's the money
Look, what you trynna do
What you trynna prove
What you trynna lose
Sacrifice to gain understand the understatement always patient
Me and my niggas stay on the move never second
Running laps to stay in place
Thinking bout the time I need haste
My pace at stake from the ways
I see to make it stack family yeah they need that
Had to dip get ripped flip the script then brisk
Get real Cold on em
Learn the code on em
Never fold on em
Check it see the fire in my pigment
Hold a essence or transcendence
On a mission far beyond Your pensions
But the mentions say none
Cause tensions if so lots of presidents i need
The relevance i feed
With intelligence i plead
The message from the temple I seek
What's mine tat it on my chest
Nothing more nothing less nigga
I did it cause I thought that if I got a grip on
How to deposit a dollar into my pocket I would be happy
My heart beat hit a Stan Lee
In it for a minute then it hit a flat Stanley
Stabbin at these transactions Had my pockets on swiss
Caught a buck shot's worth of hollow tips in my happiness
Had a handfull heavy as anvils
And you tellin me to keep my damn cup half full?
Imma fool for not knowing for me
My reasons for chasin the broccoli
Brought me smoke and no clarity
I want smoke in all sincerity
Society set me up for suffering silently
When I realize that greenbacks ain't shit
Packin' up my duffel just to hustle like the bag lady
But I guess I got sprayed with the gamma ray
Cause these green eyes got a nigga real mad lately
What's enough when you're filling your cup
Spill the tea but it still ain't enough
Prioritizing a skill ain't enough
How much bread do I need
Fore it heads into greed
With a villainous touch
Young tiller With the mood of upheaval
Illusions deceive
Of money being rooted in evil It's usually in people
So who do we lean to?
The double cup under the
One that sucks life outta us
We drink it while it stomachs us
I've been getting stronger
All these fights know my verses getting longer
More I learn more shit I start to ponder
Try to find some answers and the more I start to wander
Questions so vast feel like I'm lost at sea
Don't know what's under or what it could be
If I keep diving lower will it make shit harder
Worried I might drown swimming in these
Blue waters
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Willey, Isaiah Joyner, Jarod Johnson, Byron Crawford, Tyreke Smith
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