Money by Peter James Lyrics
Hook:
No stash, I’m cashed
Time passed, still nobody knows
That if you want some for yourself
You gotta get a little personal, personal
Talk shit, don’t bitch
Get rich and know when to quit
Cause if you want some for yourself
Then get a little less literal, literal
Verse 1:
Gold stashed, check cashed, forgotten past
Corruption in consumption, feelings that will never last
Bringing it back, to the dreams he used to have
When things were just things only had a pen and a pad
This pen and paper, the dream maker, conceives greater
He's scraping together, every cent he has no indicator
To determine if his determination leads him home
But the bigger the house, the more he feels all alone
And it shows, he's getting weaker, stress is getting deeper
These speakers are bleeding the same 16, he's losing sleep for...
What?
Sick and tired of praying for luck
Hopes to lift up the curtains, and see the clouds open up
But time, is not on his side
Life is pushing aside
Money is taking control
He keeps falling behind
Money is nothing
When love is abundant
When loving is vacant
You can never replace with…
Verse 2:
Versace, versace, this game is monopoly
Rolling the dice, to gain the commodity
Rappers risk jail, to pay for the properties
Fuck all the rules they don’t play the game properly
Yeah, they do it for the gold
Yeah, they do it for the doe
Truth be told, the money in the game
The same as the change you hold. So
Hoping for the self to turn himself in
While waiting for the sound to stretch itself thin
I’ll turn my head around, if it could only be a second
Knowing things that I have followed was the things that I abandoned
It’s rough, and nothing’s stable
Finally getting paid, under the table
Something’s best just left unsaid
The love still hides inside my head
No stash, I’m cashed
Time passed, still nobody knows
That if you want some for yourself
You gotta get a little personal, personal
Talk shit, don’t bitch
Get rich and know when to quit
Cause if you want some for yourself
Then get a little less literal, literal
Verse 1:
Gold stashed, check cashed, forgotten past
Corruption in consumption, feelings that will never last
Bringing it back, to the dreams he used to have
When things were just things only had a pen and a pad
This pen and paper, the dream maker, conceives greater
He's scraping together, every cent he has no indicator
To determine if his determination leads him home
But the bigger the house, the more he feels all alone
And it shows, he's getting weaker, stress is getting deeper
These speakers are bleeding the same 16, he's losing sleep for...
What?
Sick and tired of praying for luck
Hopes to lift up the curtains, and see the clouds open up
But time, is not on his side
Life is pushing aside
Money is taking control
He keeps falling behind
Money is nothing
When love is abundant
When loving is vacant
You can never replace with…
Verse 2:
Versace, versace, this game is monopoly
Rolling the dice, to gain the commodity
Rappers risk jail, to pay for the properties
Fuck all the rules they don’t play the game properly
Yeah, they do it for the gold
Yeah, they do it for the doe
Truth be told, the money in the game
The same as the change you hold. So
Hoping for the self to turn himself in
While waiting for the sound to stretch itself thin
I’ll turn my head around, if it could only be a second
Knowing things that I have followed was the things that I abandoned
It’s rough, and nothing’s stable
Finally getting paid, under the table
Something’s best just left unsaid
The love still hides inside my head