Now who am I to tell you why,
that money you chasing you got your vision messed up in your eye.
Man, your greed is growing, chasing down the money, that makes it your only motive,
The money you chasing, got full amount of power like a damn locomotive.
Oh no look, now you're blind right in the eye,
Now you looking to us like we all got answers to your big why.
And you paid the young girl by the corner, to suck you up dry,
Now she's in the gutter with tears in eyes all about to cry.
But tell me why, who am I to tell you that, the money you're chasing is all but imported.
And who am I to tell you why, all those fake people you hang with love for you was just all but resorted.
Better pay those bills for all those expensive thrills,
Because sorry brother all that money does all the cheap kills.
So let me give you a word of advice young blood of mine, better proceed the money with much caution,
And damn it Me, stop rubbing the money in your skin like fancy smelling lotion.