Apathy - Money Orientated lyrics

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Apathy - Money Orientated lyrics

[Intro: Sample] f** who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary f** who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary f** who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary f** who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary [Hook 1: Sample] And my mentality is money orientated I'm money orientated, I'm money orientated And my mentality is money orientated I'm money orientated, all my peeps who never made it [Verse 1: Apathy] Is it cash which you're after, after all? Playing roles like an actor at casting calls From an infant, the instant you laugh and crawl To the d**h, last breath and the casket falls Get money, get paper, get dough, get currency Property, j**elry, stability, security Cause I know you and you know me I'll front you then you'll owe me And they probably want a taste of what that life is like And they'd probably stab their mother if the price is right Cause sitting right in front of broke folks counting money Is like eating food in front of somebody hungry [Hook 2: Apathy] Cause this right here got the girls in a frenzy This right here make the whole world envy This right here got my brain f**ed up Cause this right here, this this right here [Hook 1] [Verse 2: Apathy] Even if I made more money than the p**no biz Had a genius accountant, some sort of wiz I would still be broker than the orphan kid Cause I wear more Jordans than Jordan did And I'm calling overseas when I'm back in Connecticut My cellphone bill looks like the national deficit Cause I know you and you know me I ain't rocked stunner shades since Kool Mo Dee And The Treacherous Three, what I'm destined to be Leaving my bank account effed up effortlessly Dark clouds or sunny, beautiful or ugly Everybody stay chasing after that money [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Emilio Lopez ] You ain't nothing but a slave for the money You think you a pimp, but that Franklin in your pocket is what paid for your honey Can't sit and wait for your days to get sunny Crime pays tax-free, ain't nothing funny The boy became a hustler, the girl turned stripper She wanna cop Gucci, he wanna get a blicker Every time I sit down and mash on the clicker I see some new sh** that turn me to a gold digger Don't know what made me materialistic All I know is that I gotta be on some rich sh** Shopping at the mall everyday like it's Christmas I got a slight problem, only money can fix this [Hook 2] [Hook 1]