Stro Elliot - Money lyrics

The distance between what I want and really need Is often further then I'd like to believe I find myself fighting to receive That of those temporary treasures Bent on those various pleasures Meant to measure a man Feeling the pressure cus the world got its hand In my wallet You can call it a habit When all the worlds a mall You feel the draw of the magnet If I saw it I had to have it Caught in the traffic Where mans happiness is bought like magic Those thoughts are tragic With no logic only madness here It's all a hat trick that got your pockets rocking rabbit ears I use to laugh in fear Never seeing my blessing Then something happened where I felt the need to be in question Me or my possession People or property I seek to find the lessons That teach to treat each properly Learning to give with no worries on the give back Cus when your dead homeboy Whatcha gonna do with that Money it seems funny the meat we're hunting Is money like we bees to honey the queen is hungry For cash It won't out last we out fast When we out pa** the last meter we out dash For the green Some call it the American dream Be aware of the scheme Drowning for that glare in the stream Yo it's the doe If we can't grow we can't move If we can't let it go then it can't be used