We Hate Money — Spose

We Hate Money — Spose

We hate money
Broke people stand up
If you lack cash, put a hand up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid
Throw all your money on stage
We hate money
Dollars, cash, cheese
Unless you’re gonna give some to me
We hate money
And everyone who has it
We would do things that you couldn’t imagine

If I ever had money
I would do some crazy s–t
I’d probably hire Lady Gaga to babysit
So give me money
And I’ll be like, “F— it”
I’ll drop a hundred grand
To make a vegan man eat turducken
You know I wouldn’t hold off
I would spend my figures
I’d get a nose job, make it even bigger
Set my Nissan on fire on the lawn
Then I buy my own plane
Step on and yell, “Bomb!”
And as my ego and my pockets swelled
I’d fly to the next town to go to Taco Bell
Then I’d pay all the haters to become believers
I’d pay Kanye West to punch Justin Bieber
And then I’d buy a bunch of heroin
And get really arrogant
And pay all the foreigners to become Americans
The possibilities are endless
I would even go to the dentist

We hate money
Broke people stand up
If you lack cash, put a hand up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid
Throw all your money on stage
We hate money
Dollars, cash, cheese
Unless you’re gonna give some to me
We hate money
And everyone who has it
We would do things that you couldn’t imagine

We got trash on the porch
We never owned a Porsche
We only wear neckties
To weddings and to court
Our pay gets docked
Like it’s coming into port
So we keep cigars split up
Like they’re getting a divorce
Employees all annoyed, checks all void
Eminem’s the only one
Still employed in Detroit
Bobzins and jobs from Nevada to Dakotas
And we’re not Japanese
But we’re broke as Toyotas
Broseph, I know you noticed
Fired and demoted
They’re drinking tapwater
‘Cuz they can’t afford sodas
Struggling, covering shifts
Just to buy Christmas gifts
Before Tiger had mistresses
We’re at Wal-Mart
We hate Wall Street
As far as being in debt
We’re balls deep
Collectors call me f—ing all week
But I send that s–t straight to voicemail

We hate money
Broke people stand up
If you lack cash, put a hand up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid
Throw all your money on stage
We hate money
Dollars, cash, cheese
Unless you’re gonna give some to me
We hate money
And everyone who has it
We would do things that you couldn’t imagine

They told us go to college
Expand our domes
Now we’re jobless
With sixty thousand dollars in loans
And the bank account’s minus, surviving debt
While the CEOs fly by in private jets
So let me see your lighters
If funds couldn’t be tighter
And you call hors d’oeuvres “appetizers”
If your whole predicament’s vile
But you’re still trying to smile
With the bills piled for miles
Problems, we’ve got ninety-eight plus one
No trust funds
If the cops come we must run
I do it for my belt buckle, black lung
White knuckle, blue collar
Cold-hearted slaves to the dollar

We hate money
Broke people stand up
If you lack cash, put a hand up
We hate money
And all the people getting paid
Throw all your money on stage
We hate money
Dollars, cash, cheese
Unless you’re gonna give some to me
We hate money
And everyone who has it
We would do things that you couldn’t imagine

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About Brian V. Lee 563 Articles
Brian V. Lee provides bankruptcy, foreclosure defense, business turnaround, and litigation services to clients in the District of Columbia, Virginia, and Maryland. Brian was the Washington, D.C. state chair of the National Association of Consumer Bankruptcy Attorneys from 2016 to 2018.