Paper Correctly Songtext
von Junk

Yeah
It can′t all be about the money
Money gon' make you act so funny
It gon′ make you lose everybody (I ain't gonna lose)
If you don't handle paper correctly
It can′t all be about the money
Money gon′ make you act so funny
It gon' make you lose everybody
If you don′t handle paper correctly

Money trees, root of evil, I see the connection
Valley of lost souls, crossroads, intersections
They want the pot of gold, but I don't know what′s in her section
See there I go, claiming this thing that'll make you crazy
It′s the reason people planning cannot have a baby
Better get your boots on, they hiking, racing on the daily
The balls on 'em, doubling prices, they say inflating
This bubble gotta burst, 'cause really what is it equating? (What is it)


People working more and having less time
Fighting uphill battles, more intense climbs
Can′t afford a cut of cattle, so it′s french fries
At the bottom of the pyramid we rest, nice

Sleeping very little, next to nothing 'cause we′re forced to
9-to-5, clocking in and out, yeah it is forceful
Herding the sheep, passing no judgement is how they court you
Does a message in a bottle get the corkscrew?
Sorry

It can't all be about the money
Money gon′ make you act so funny
It gon' make you lose everybody
If you don′t handle paper correctly
It can't all be about the money
Money gon' make you act so funny
It gon′ make you lose everybody
If you don′t handle paper correctly

Money business occurs when the bag is getting bigger
You little leeches I curve, you know
That I won't let ′em do me like that
Negative energy, give it right back
20 Years grinding, still climbing on this flight path


Uh, that was metaphorical (yeah)
No Greek mythology, consulting with the oracle (yeah)
Real work never stop, nothing is affordable
Shifting my whole life and made it seem like it was portable
Move to a new city, new obstacles
This love got me so sick, but I don't do hospitals
I′m a role model, so I'm making cool possible
Intelligence is sexy, can never be too logical
Did some things for some money I regret (yeah)

13 years old, I was hustling the X
Tryna emulate dealers, I was puffing out my chest
Thinking I was tough ′cause I had some drugs up in my vest
Was depressed, really (depressed)
20 Years later, got clean, I felt healing
Cold with Satan on my shoulder when I see hell freezing
It's funny what you do for a bag, but if it gets meaning
Throw stones at a glass house to break through the next ceiling

Life's too short not to chase the wealth
There′s more to living rich than getting rich yourself
Depending how you living, you a villain now
The way you feeling, how you feeling, ain′t no ceiling now

Life's too short not to chase the wealth
There′s more to living rich than getting rich yourself
Depending how you living, you a villain now
The way you feeling, how you feeling, ain't no ceiling now (oh, yeah)

Life′s too short not to chase the wealth (oh, yeah)
There's more to living rich than getting rich yourself (oh, yeah)
Depending how you living, you a villain now
The way you feeling, how you feeling, ain′t no ceiling now (oh, yeah)

Life's too short not to chase the wealth (oh, yeah)
There's more to living rich than getting rich yourself (oh, yeah)
Depending how you living, you a villain now
The way you feeling, how you feeling, ain′t no ceiling now