Spose - We Hate Money lyrics

We hate money Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up We hate money And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage We hate money Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me We hate money And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine If I ever had money, I would do some crazy sh** I'd probably hire Lady Gaga to babysit So give me money, and I'll be like "f** it" I'll drop a hundred grand to make a vegan man eat turducken You know I wouldn't hold off, I would spend my figures Get a nose job, make it even bigger Set my Nissan on fire on the lawn Then I buy my own plane, step on and yell "Bomb!" And as my ego and my pockets swell I'd fly to the next town to go to Taco Bell Then I'd pay all the haters to become believers I'd pay Kanye West to punch Justin Bieber And then I'd buy a bunch of h**n and get really arrogant And pay all the foreigners to become Americans The possibilities are endless I would even go to the dentist, but We hate money Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up We hate money And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage We hate money Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me We hate money And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine We got trash on the porch, we never owned a Porsche We only wear our neckties to weddings and to court Our pay gets docked like it's coming into port So we keep cigars split up like they're getting a divorce Employees all annoyed, checks all void Eminem's the only one still employed in Detroit Bobzins and jobs from Nevada to Dakotas And we're not Japanese but we're broke as Toyotas Broseph, I know you know this fired and demoted They're drinking tapwater 'cuz they can't afford sodas Struggling, covering shifts just to buy Christmas gifts Before Tiger had mistresses We're at Wal-Mart, we hate Wall Street As far as being in debt, we're balls deep Collectors call me, f**ing all week But I send that sh** straight to voicemail We hate money Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up We hate money And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage We hate money Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me We hate money And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine They told us "Go to college, expand our domes" Now we're jobless, with sixty thousand dollars in loans And the bank account's minus, surviving debt While the CEOs fly by in private jets So let me see your lighters, the funds couldn't be tighter And you call orderves appetizers If your whole predicament's vile, but you're still trying to smile With the bills piled for miles Problems, we've got ninety-eight plus one, no trust funds If the cops come we must run I do it for my belt buckle, black lung, White knuckle, blue collar Cold-hearted slaves to the dollar saying We hate money Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up We hate money And all the people getting paid, throw all your money on stage We hate money Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give some to me We hate money And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine We hate money Broke people stand up, if you lack cash keep your hands up We hate money And all the people getting paid, you can all go away We hate money (And) dollars (and) cash (and) cheese (and) unless you're gonna give some to me We hate money And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine