Economics `91 lyrics

Artist  : Ill Bill 
Song : Economics `91



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 I love everything about money
You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes

Rust, I got to bust to my destination
I woke up late time from other transportations
Trains and busses û public adorations so better
turn
But where I'm going to is a place where it really
burns
And burns my brain, my job, my occupation
Another motherf**king source of frustration
4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour
Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower
Tell you to take out another person flips
They can't cope so they create their own
economics
With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket
Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket
And get props, ranks, thanks, power position
A piece of paper with a picture of a dead
politician
So many times I've seen people play stupid for
money
 
And at the funeral it isn't funny
But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn
Cause money make the world go round is what I
always heard
That's when I got that sadly look on my face
No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in
last place
So I just like to would pick myself up an
automatic
So I can end my fate check without a denim static
Got nothing to lose except my head
Yo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town
blood red
Autroprenorial skills coming all fly
And economically it doesn't matter if somebody
die
It's all about getting the dollars and jewel
specs
So give it up before I put your life in fast
checks

Yeah I got money coming out my ass
Yeah I got money coming out my ass