Ill Bill - Economics '91 Lyrics
I love everything about moneyYou can be a millionaire and never pay taxesRust, I got to bust to my destinationI woke up late time from other transportationsTrains and busses public adorations so better turnBut where I'm going to is a place where it really burnsAnd burns my brain, my job, my occupationAnother mother*****ing source of frustration4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sourMinimum wages like I'm caged in the prison towerTell you to take out another person flipsThey can't cope so they create their own economicsWith an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacketStick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy HacketAnd get props, ranks, thanks, power positionA piece of paper with a picture of a dead politicianSo many times I've seen people play stupid for moneyAnd at the funeral it isn't funnyBut nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burnCause money make the world go round is what I always heardThat's when I got that sadly look on my faceNo matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last placeSo I just like to would pick myself up an automaticSo I can end my fate check without a denim staticGot nothing to lose except my headYo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood redAutroprenorial skills coming all flyAnd economically it doesn't matter if somebody dieIt's all about getting the dollars and jewel specsSo give it up before I put your life in fast checksYeah I got money coming out my assYeah I got money coming out my ass