� Music � � It's not about the money, money, put the money in the bank � � Money please greet, greet is really bad � � Money, money, oh I never really had and I got by � � It's fine, I'm working for the man � � Think you got a dollar but you only got a dime � � I also love to love and to see, that's all I'm trying � � The simple things and the simple things � � And people only giving a *** when you hide yourself � � Trying more to perfection when you don't feel � � Like feeding a mouse � � By the hand that feeds your wealth � � And that ain't good for my mental health � � No, no � � They only give a *** when you make it big � � Pray my memory will get it gone � � Turn it back when you make a hit � � But if you love it then you hold it down � � They only give a *** when you make it big � � Pray my memory will get it gone � � Turn it back when you make a hit � � But if you love it then you hold it down � � You gotta hold it down � � Make a million dollars but it ain't that much � � And when it passes through the hands and they take their cut � � So put your faces on the page, they got the people inside � � When the dead rolls around they go run and hide � � East side to the seaside � � South side to the middle and of course I died � � And north to the border to get the time over � � And when the sun goes down � � I surrender to the night � � And I will kiss away my pride � � And I know we will find me one day � � Rolling through the night � � They only give a *** when you make it big � � Pray my memory will get it gone � � Turn it back when you make a hit � � But if you love it then you hold it down � � They only give a *** when you make it big � � Pray my memory will get it gone � � Turn it back when you make a hit � � But if you love it then you hold it down � � You gotta hold it down �