Emɐnuǝl X - Money Towers lyrics

Job interview tomorrow And I hope it goes well/ Cus if not my financial Situation put me in hell/ Ain't nothing wrong with tryna Get ya pockets thicka n***a/ But I'm on a mission to get My pockets as thicas Jiggas/ A double of Beyonce' Playing fiance'/ Caviar Appatizer Tiger Fish entree'/ 3 stacks in a rubber Band callem Andre's/ And When my song plays Send a check to mi padre's/ Thas why I hate money/ Cus every vision I have The bank take from me/ To raise kids it don't Take love it take money/ Thas why it cost money To get a tape from me/ But my chick say hit that free Download to quench ya thirst/ Just know I refuse to fund my Goals thru funds out of her purse/ So I sat and meditated till I found a path that works/ The Universe told me the key Is to fit U in A Verse/ Verse 2: You get one life and It's dictated by a dollar/ So they say child support's Supposed to make up for no father/ The sons of those men then Look up to pimps and robbers/ But the cycle never ends cuz Those kids end up having daughters/ He's absent in her life and She never learns love/ And since money is her motive She works in a strip club/ We wanna change the world But they'll never really let us/ So we either rap or ball cuz If not then they'll forget us/ It's all about the lettuce Money builds reputation/ But lack of money's all A n***a seen set limitation/ So n***as seek the piece Without wanting to meditate/ Cuz legislates won't segregate Profit inside the senate's safe/ Mothaf**as witt money Only wanna keep you down/ But nothing lasts forever What goes around comes around/ And they wonder why narcotics On the streets sell well/ But can't even get rid of the Crack on our liberty bell/ Verse 3: n***a quit dreamin thinkin You boutta strike a mill/ I don't rap and we signed the Same amount of record deals/ I tellem haters dont judge It by how it look/ Cuz statistics show The Bible Is histories most stolen book/ Through ya eyes call a woman Who committed this a crook/ But she had to feed her kids She Pray to GOD she off the hook/ Through the eyes of the privileged It's easy to label thiefs/ But f** the world we live in when you Gotta steal for your beliefs/ When I was seventeen I used To rock a JESUS piece/ But now I see that currency Could never buy me JESUS peace/ Money can buy me p**y though I never stooped that low/ And since n***as is pressed for Time, they purchase a Hublow/ Money can buy hoes, ya flows And a few clothes/ But money can't buy you Vision for you to pursue goals/ Money can boost ya sales And buy you platinum and gold/ But money stops at the grave and Can't buy you a new soul/