So I’m on the way to the store to buy a pack a gum, maybe a drink
Opened my wallet, there it is, paper covered in ink
If money could talk, if money could think
What'd it say about the massive debt, the tax, and the inflation we’ve got to pay?
What'd it say about the poverty stricken living on less than dollar a day?
Hey money, start talking
I'm the medium of exchange, I'm the minimum wage
Isn’t it strange? I got thousands of superior names
I discredited the gold, I'm paper made
But nobody questioned me so I made you slaves
to the capitalist norm, so you invest on intuition
Even if you can’t afford, you’ve got to pay the tuition
for your son's university; his success in your hands
If you can't, what a pity, now you're a less of a man
See, I created the system where everybody's ambition
is only wealth and the riches which is now everyone's mission
Since you're captured inside my prison
I can manufacture you a passionate man for this competition
Trap you in the water while the men are fishing
Irrational to tell the prey to hunt, but it's real efficient
Fracture your beliefs, even your religion
I turn your friends to foes, then to co-workers, but it's only business
The Dollars, the Wons, the Euros, and the Pesos
So many names, so many dead presidents' faces
The Dollars, the Wons, the Euros, and the Pesos
Living on fake money, make the world makeshift
Hey money, talk to me, make a sound
Hey money, money, money make the world go round
Round and round
So what you wanna do?
Money wanted to talk and so I asked
of the root of the economic problem and money laughed
I asked, "What's so funny?"
He looked at me like I was a dummy
Sup money? Keep talking
I was created in the Federal Reserve
where the top bankers literally serve all your financial returns
They say you get what you deserve but never audit the records
Increase the money supply and the trauma for the beggars
Print ten times more than what they have in the base
Then, fines the people the debt with their taxes and raised
prices and call it inflation
Make you liquidate your assets to solid paper money, but you soon acknowledge
that it's not enough to pay off the debt, it won’t ever be
So you fight each other till death, to pleasure me
Now there's a price tag on everything including your life
The human barcode's coming, but you'll refuse to fight
And you can talk all you want but in the sequel
they only listen when I'm involved, this is the thesis:
They think I'm a dream but I'm the root of all evil
They love the green, so I easily control the people, enough said
So what you wanna do?
Don't let money get inside your head; it's got no actual value
It's just a piece of paper instead, but money is still talking to you, enough said