Cold Hard Cash

(Verse One)
Everybody wants to be rich
Everybody wants to be wealthy
We fixate on that green
So much it is unhealthy
If you don’t got it you fail
You’re seen as a disgrace
If you look before you buy
You are out of place
I see you’ve sold your soul
And how much was that check
Do deals you make with devils
Get reported to the IRS
Yeah, your clothes are nice
Yes, that car is fly
But name one thing inside it
That money cannot buy

(Pre Chorus)
Can’t we focus on something else
Something with a little less price
How about a night in or a moonlit walk
To me that sounds so nice
Memories over money
To you that may sound strange
I don’t care how much you make
Hey, don’t call me deranged

(Chorus)
It’s the cold hard cash, all the big fat stacks
Baby you just wanna see commas
All the fancy shoes, who you tryna prove
Your rich friends stirring up drama?
Right by the book, it’s all about looks
Your focus is your appearance
Your perfect girl, in your store bought world
You must present coherence

(Verse Two)
Everybody wants to be flawless
Everybody wants to be pretty
Have the gorgeous face and the gorgeous place
Top floor in the biggest city
Mom said you need to find a husband
Make yourself into a doll
If you hook a man and be his right hand
Baby girl, you can have it all
You must act like a lady
Watch every word you say
Dress to the nines and paint your face
And maybe he’ll come your way
Here come the double standards
When he asks you to his room
You’re expected to go, but no one can know
Because he’s not your groom

(Pre Chorus 2)
There must be some other way
Because this is not a life
I know you’ve felt it once or twice
That this is just not right
Greatness over greed
To you that sounds appalling
Listen close, what’s that sound?
It’s your empty wallet calling

(Chorus)
It’s the cold hard cash, all the big fat stacks
Baby you just wanna see commas
All the fancy shoes, who you tryna prove
Your rich friends stirring up drama?
Right by the book, it’s all about looks
Your focus is your appearance
Your perfect girl, in your store bought world
You must present coherence

(Bridge)
I never cared about money
It was never my god
Wealth always to me
Was just one big facade
Dreaming of the mansions
They’re wonderful I’m sure
And cash can make you happy
But it won’t be a cure
My dreams were never big
I knew they don’t come true
The thoughts of rich tomorrows
Could never get me through
My feelings can’t be bought
My opinion will not sway
Stop worshiping cash
That’s all I have to say