Money Maketh Man

[Intro]
Now
By the time I’m done with my sermon, I hope
My congregation would come to understand that
Man is lost, man is corrupt
Man has forsaken their Heavenly Father, The Creator
Replaced him with a new man made god
Now, the question is “who is this savior?”
“Who is this new god they have?”

[Chorus]
One hunnid ones (Yeah)
One thousand tens (Yeah)
Ten thousand hunnids (Yeah)
You can’t tell me nothing (Yeah)
Ain’t you asking me why? (Aye)
A million is something (Oh damn)
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to thе cops
And they didn’t see anything
Ain’t you asking me why? (Yeah nigga)
A million is somеthing, a million is something

[Verse]
Aye, aye
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Love will bring her peace but bands will make her dance
So check (Bands will make her dance, bands will make her)
I want fabrics that’s tailor made (Made)
Collar with lipstick stains (Stains)
People claim to be saints when I tell ‘em about my dreams saying
“It don’t by happiness”
I don’t believe you bro
For the guy that told you this
That nigga isn’t broke
I’m tired of window shopping
I need a different plan
“But will material wealth make you a better man”
Aye, don’t like the way you talking
For your noggin they coming
Put up twenty hunnid
It barely nicked my budget
Luxury and fame
Money and that power
The elements that fuel all that human desire
Don’t take a little trip down that path of envy
Once you’re in it too deep, where there’s fire
Check this, God made man who then made paper after (Facts)
Man got confused on who was truly master (Facts)
Then this confusion brought about imbalance
Poor had valid points but being Rich could mean your points are valid (Damn)
The conflicts of “Misogynists” and the “Feminists”
I don’t deal with broke hoes, broke niggas can’t hit
In that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy

[Chorus]
One hunnid ones (Yeah)
One thousand tens (Yeah)
Ten thousand hunnids (Yeah)
You can’t tell me nothing (Yeah)
Ain’t you asking me why? (Aye)
A million is something (Oh damn)
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to the cops
And they didn’t see anything
Ain’t you asking me why? (Yeah nigga)
A million is something, a million is something