Tornup - The Money

So, if you're making money, you may ask what money makes
Money makes the whole economy of self-worth inflate
Money makes few goals mean more than to maintain
Then money makes two souls out of the same name
Money can get your dick get play, then put dicks in a tomb
Money can make vampire teeth appear in a womb
Money can make a woman feel she can control her endeavors
Money makes a man try and fail to hold every treasure
Money can make you hella cautious how you spend it
Money can make you start a song hot then not care how you end it
Money robs
Money takes
Money makes mobs
Money makes slobs productively useless
Money makes problems
So money creates jobs
But jobs don't fix 'em
Jobs create more excuses
Money makes you pay for rain
And the rain-keeper's disease
Money makes you think you need it to breathe
Money makes life a living hell
Then money makes you need it to leave
Money makes you feed your greed while you feed your seeds
Money makes marketable
Money makes massive
Same things money makes passive
Money makes you active in mass genocide, although you don't plan it
Money makes the land across a sea a whole different planet
Money makes the man across the street a whole different planet
Money makes them bandos 'cross them freeways whole different planets
And, if given the chance, money makes "coke" sound like "cope"
And "hope" sound like "nope"
And "trope" sound like "dope"
Our scope and focus broken on how much we give and we take
Money makes you wait for fuller plates to state you relate
Outrageous how we make money make us

Money creates tension between people that you've known your whole life
Money makes your girl not your wife
Money makes funny Jakes trife
Money creates
Money enables imaginations to reach levels unstable
What's on the inside countin'
But accountants can't count it's worth's amount
Is more than mountains of the ground from which we're founded

Written by:
Torry Finley

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