Kameron Marlowe - Money Ain't $hit lyrics
[Kameron Marlowe - Money Ain't $hit lyrics]
You can drive a fifth-generation
Third motor oil truck
Or ride anywhere on your thumb and some luck
With muddy old boots or get around
In your dirty bare feet
You can live in a trailer underneath a bridge
Havin' just enough ain't a wrong way to live
Life ain't about price tags, Cadillacs
Or first class seats
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
Tryna get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No, it ain't gonna fit
'Causе on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
That's what thе alley-cat trash-can
Old man said as he pointed at the three
Words painted in red
On the dumpster where I was
Sure cuttin' my way through he said
"I chased it for twenty good years of my life
It cost me my kids and a couple ex-wives
Everything they say it buys, buddy
It ain't true"
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
Tryna get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No, it ain't gonna fit
'Cause on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
Money, it ain't it
'Cause when it's all said and done, man
There you are you better hope Heaven ain't
Got no cover charge
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
Tryna get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No, it ain't gonna fit
'Cause on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
On them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
No, it ain't shit
Third motor oil truck
Or ride anywhere on your thumb and some luck
With muddy old boots or get around
In your dirty bare feet
You can live in a trailer underneath a bridge
Havin' just enough ain't a wrong way to live
Life ain't about price tags, Cadillacs
Or first class seats
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
Tryna get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No, it ain't gonna fit
'Causе on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
That's what thе alley-cat trash-can
Old man said as he pointed at the three
Words painted in red
On the dumpster where I was
Sure cuttin' my way through he said
"I chased it for twenty good years of my life
It cost me my kids and a couple ex-wives
Everything they say it buys, buddy
It ain't true"
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
Tryna get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No, it ain't gonna fit
'Cause on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
Money, it ain't it
'Cause when it's all said and done, man
There you are you better hope Heaven ain't
Got no cover charge
'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day
It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade
Can't buy back time, you let it get away
Tryna get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No, it ain't gonna fit
'Cause on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
On them streets of gold, yeah, buddy
Money ain't shit
No, it ain't shit