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Lyrics

Lyrics:
(into- Wiseone)
evol, evol, evol, evol, evol, evol, evol

(chorus- Wiseone)
They say money’s the root of all evil, don’t call me the devil but I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, oh
They say money’s the root of all evil, don’t call me the devil I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, oh

(verse 1- 810)
said I got nothing to lose I’m a dangerous man, always spell out money in the game of hang man, dollar signs in the eyes, behind the ray band, dreaming of rubber band stacks up in the waist band they mad cuz I ain’t got it,
what’s that logic? I’m either going to die or make a profit, everything I got comes out my pocket, ni**s talk sh*t when I ain’t got it but that’s ok, grew up in the land of pay to play, in this white man’s game I won’t change a thing,
I’m a gain to gain, earn to earn, hit the shopping mall and burn to burn, save some for a business, make up for a toy-less Christmas, nothing got checked off on my wish list, we was broke but damn I miss it,
cuz right now is judgment and women don’t want to f**ck with a ni**a catching them buses, pu$$y ain’t in the budget, but when it is I’m a smash it, get girls all over the atlas, sip pina colada vodka and go ski out in Aspen,
till then I keep it honest, making a simple promise to not put up with that nonsense cuz most of you cats is heartless, hungry rap, people used to hate now they want me back, when I don’t make money I’m the ugly Matt,
magnetism of the money got me wanting it bad and that’s fu**in fact cuz uh

(chorus- Wiseone)
They say money’s the root of all evil, don’t call me the devil but I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, oh
They say money’s the root of all evil, don’t call me the devil I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, oh

(verse 2 –BARI)
My life’s a blank canvas I’m looking for my favorite hue, I’m in need of green but it seems all I see is shades of blue and grey skies and yellow tape help to create a view of a world that’s so bleak hot heads in cold streets and if you ain’t got bread or the cheese you won’t eat,
and them fees be so steep you go weeks with no sleep trying to make ends meet the slow way with that j-o-b that don’t pay no way so you stay low key like the left side of piano, muthaf**ka on the train with a banjo trying to play for pay cause he mad broke and he got no way to make the cash flow, damn yo,
life is a hassle complete with a**holes and brash foes and bad hoes that come around only if you’re a** have dough, that’s cold, but such is the way of the world that I’m living in where people chase presidents Jackson’s and Benjamin’s transactions for medicine that A.D.D brain I need cash for my Ritalin, tell me who the real villain is cuz

(chorus- Wiseone)
They say money’s the root of all evil, don’t call me the devil but I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, oh
They say money’s the root of all evil, don’t call me the devil but I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, oh

(Charlii)
They say money’s the root of all evil, don’t call me the devil but I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, oh
They say money’s the root of all evil, but (laughter) I swear if I was on stage I would’ve done the same thing