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lirik lagu john reuben - make money money

make money money, make money money money.
save money money, save money money money.

left high school at sixteen.
pick an ident-ty.
entrepreneur dreams, huh.
find yourself a strategy.
next sat-rday
the cl-ss of ’97 is graduating.
in a couple of years i’ll grab a ged.
as for now, we’ll just make ends meet, huh.
put our art in the place where it’s forced to succeed.
the place where your hobbies and the real world meet.

forty-minute walks to work to bus tables full-time
with a pair of headphones on to block out traffic going by.
forty back to make music at night
with a pair of headphones on to block out my life.
open mic nights. let the spit fly.
a hundred hands reaching for the chance to try.
and maybe i grew up a bit too quick.
it can’t be all about the music, admit it.

so if you make money money, make money money money
(make money money, make money money money),
you better save money money, save money money money
(save money money, save money money money).
if it goes fast (goes fast),
no cash (no cash).

we used to shop discount racks for brand-name specials.
mix and match designer scr-ps to look presentable.
hated on those who appeared more successful.
sloppy and broke became the look, ’cause it was affordable.
before it was fashionable. now kids pay good money to look poor
and get charged for the extra work
of perfectly-placed character.
isn’t that some irony? expensively indie.

i was told security with a cushion, just in case.
how can i plan for the future if i can’t afford today?
rap’s a game that mostly amateurs play,
and there are very few professionals that’s getting paid.
go on there, indie rappers, and find your shtick.
throw it up against the wall and pray that it sticks.
we used to say “no gimmicks,” but everybody’s got one.
no gimmicks. mine is that i’ve got none.
lost the truth marketing honesty.
the rap game is a sport of psychology.
underdogs go where they find opportunity
while spoiled children romanticize poverty.

make money money, make money money money
(make money money, make money money money).
you better save money money, save money money money
(save money money, save money money money).
if it goes fast (goes fast),
no cash (no cash).
gotta make it last.
(gotta make it last.)
gotta make it last.
(gotta make it last.)

- lirik lagu john reuben

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