Triple & Joey Madoff
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Triple & Gordy & Joey Madoff
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Triple & Joey Madoff
Money can Buy anything
(Laugh) all the things it can bring
To me to please me
All the shoes all the rings
All those times I saw Kobe front row to win those rings
Those flights cross country
Late nights to Hungary
Get out my bed order duck when I'm feeling hungry
And no time to be bent
Room service straight to the pent
Got no one to vent to so I buy more vents
A breath of fresh air
As I overlook the city
The stars aligned
And it looks all so pretty
Another shot o tthe head
While I revel
In the past
When I risked it all to get to this level
I tremble when I look back
At times I wish this
Used to pay all the taxes
Now I'm in new brackets
Now there's not many things left unseen
Don't club much unless I'm VIP
I don't even have haters
Or even naysayers
Just a dark life with plenty of layers
But I'll ball before u tell me different
U wanna fight put your money where your mouth is
Of course u won't I'm a heavyweight
And if u have complaints please don't hesitate (to tell me so)
I could handle more than u think
Just not now don't want to be late
For my jet
Lifestyles of the rich and painless
There comes a point when ur biggest aims become aimless
Nothing u can really do to tame this
Just accept the nature of the game
Your shameless but still feel the same
All your closest relatives are paid
Yet u dont know there middle names
Plot unfolds and so does destiny
You roll like the stones
Parties with mick jagger last week
And words only Hurt the weak
But what about stones
If I've reached my peak
Where does all of this go?
It's things like that, that keep me up at night
Should I leave this fortune with those who didn't wanna fight
Abandoned me to live on there own
Well l don't need them ill kick my feet up on my throne
All alone but money soothes the soul
So many loose ends and they feel like plotholes
What's the meaning of all this luxury
What's the point of all the finer things without no company
Turn up the stereo and play that old disc
Ain't nothing beats the classics
Paul Simon starts to medicate me
After all these years, still crazy
Ah all the happiness it sings
And money can buy anything