Root Of All Evil Lyrics - Say Something - Kyprios

Okay man, first you make the music 

Then you get the money 

Then you get the power 

I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax 

And your spines green, I'm seein' only green backs 

And I mean stacks of cash, no need to relax 

Bought my bitch some tits, a couple G for the rack 

A G for her lips, a G for her ass 

Movin' on up, all the way to upper class 

Up another man, I pass cash like Tony Soprano 

King of New York taking over Chicago 

Ain't no Ronald McDonald, your dreams, I'm livin in em' 

Got models with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em' 

In a yacht by the dock with a helicopter 

You can't refuse and can't get a better offer 

I'm the author of the American dream 

And yeah, my pen's made of green, I'm just an arrogant fiend 

And when the ink dries my name is capitalized 

The capitalist still not happy for shit 

I made a million, I made a million 

Why am I suffering inside? 

When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's lyin' 

Why, oh why, am I suffering inside? 

My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin' 

Mister Lamborghini, Mister Thong Bikini 

Now, you see me, now, you don't, call me Don Houdini 

Eeny meeny miney moe, help me catch a ho 

Money makin', dummy breakin' professional 

I got a bank in the Caymans, never stay with the laymen 

Pay the Gods off on Sunday, Amen, there's 80 Hammers mansion 

Charlie Manson with the Helter Skelter 

I'm playin' Vice City, downstairs in my bomb shelter 

I never felt a bit of satisfaction 

For the automatic, automated cash reaction 

Which you get and you got if you're makin' the ends 

When you got a lot of bills but ain't got no sense 

(Cents) 

Why am I suffering inside? 

When everybody loves me, I feel everybody's lyin' 

Why, oh why, am I suffering inside? 

My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin' 

Are you a mess? 

Well, money can buy you respect and success 

Are you depressed? 

Well, money can buy you happiness so invest 

It's all about winning 

Coming up and knocking down, is your head spinning? 

Money makes the world go round and around 

Dollar, dollar bill, ya'll love the sound 

Don't eat the rich they're the same as us 

I'm not sayin' money's bad, it's just dangerous 

Like Angel Dust it's addictive 

Know what you want and what the risk is 

Why am I suffering inside? 

When everybody loves me I feel everybody's lyin' 

Why are we so concerned with our money? 

If it's the root of evil, why are we still planting seeds? 

Why are we still planting seeds? 

Why are we still planting seeds?