Money - Aminé

Everyday I wake up

Gotta get this cake up

Lookin' at my life like

Is this what it’s made of?

(made of)

Money rule the world around me

That’s why it’s on my mind

Everyday I wake up

Gotta get this cake up

Lookin' at my life like

Is this what it’s made of?

(made of)

Money rule the world around me

And now I realize…

Money make the world go 'round

Money turn your best friend down

Money turn a good girl out

Money make the sun go South

And it make my self-esteem

But it never take my dream life

Money make the world go 'round

Money turn your best friend down

Money turn a good girl out

Money make the sun go South

And it make my self-esteem

But it never take my dream life

Tender love and care, I see the money with my left eye

Rubber band man like my nickname T. I

Labels wanna sign but the money so eh

And the contract iffy so Brooklyn tell 'em see ya

I’m most loyal to the most loyal

You can’t find dirt on me 'cause I’m not soil

I wouldn’t do much for money man (yeah)

Aminé ain’t your wonder man

Now they all, women makin' calls

Like «Aminé, do you got that paper?

Let me hold it»

Mama need a whip and my daddy need a crib

Got a phone, lil nigga, why the fuck I need a Rollie?

Black pepper chicken and chow mein, my favorite

Sayin' you ain’t racist really sound racist

See money give a nigga rings

Then when you get it everybody call you fake

'Cause when it all boils down

Everything’s a riddle, everything’s fickle

There’s no satisfaction, there’s no satisfaction

'Cause when it all boils down

Everything’s fickle and little

There’s no satisfaction

There’s no

Everyday I wake up

Gotta get this cake up

Lookin' at my life like

Is this what it’s made of?

(made of)

Money rule the world around me

That’s why it’s on my mind

Everyday I wake up

Gotta get this cake up

Lookin' at my life like

Is this what it’s made of (made of)

Money rule the world around me

And now I realize…

Money make the world go 'round

Money turn your best friend down

Money turn a good girl out

Money make the sun go South

And it make my self-esteem

But it never take my dream life

Money make the world go 'round

Money turn your best friend down

Money turn a good girl out

Money make the sun go South

And it make my self-esteem

But it never take my dream life

My city never thought it’d make a nigga like me

Young lil' nigga from the 503

I’m Tom Cruise, the rap game the couch from Oprah

I’m here for my range, boy, not them Rovers

Money make my world go 'round

Money make my heartbeat pounce

Ask God for a lot

Success ain’t 'bout the fame and how much jewels you rock

Success is when I can tell my mama to quit her job

Still poppin' Pellegrino 'cause my momma like my hero

Now hoes give me head 'cause I make banana bread

Young black boy, me I were so rude

Give me 40 acres with a Moscow Mule

My Señorita boricua, she smoke a lot of the reefer

I need me commas on commas if rappers want him on feature

I’m making Swiss beats so I beat it like an Alicia

Money didn’t make you happy, it just makes you wanna get richer

'Cause when it all boils down

The paper bring me pleasure

There’s no satisfaction, there’s no satisfaction

There’s nothing you can do to give me

What I really need, (there's no satisfaction)

What I really need

Money make the world go 'round

Money turn your best friend down

Money turn a good girl out

Money make the sun go South

And it make my self-esteem

But it never take my dream life