[Verse 1] Sort of like an addict I fiend For nicotine and a taste of the green But it seems to unleash all the Satan in me Maybe its birth, maybe it's the nature of me The love for it takes everything sacred to me When I have it, I feel like it makes me a King It lies to me everyday, tries to sell me a dream Like I know that it's the most forsaken of things But I still find myself gone chasing the same It tells me never venture, just stay in my lane It lures me when a promise of this fortune and fame Starts beef with my boys just for speaking it's name I love it the way it is and I hate when it change Now I fiend for it, feels like I'm sleeping awake Grind two weeks for it, 8 hours a day Then I feel so lost when I give it away Until then you can catch it in my TD bank
[Hook] I want money I want money I don't take E, don't sip on the lean But when it comes to this money I'm a god damn fiend I want money I want money Smoke a little weed, not fucking with leak But when it comes to this money I'm a god damn fiend [Verse 2] The dough, the stacks, the cheddar, the scratch The bread or the cash, I'll find it wherever it's at I enjoy the chase, it's better in fact The best part is the feeling when I'm bringing it back For that, I'll bend the flow over the track Make love to the sample, leave my soul on her back I'm fiending for it now so I made it a pact To spit until I gain whatever I lack In my world I see what you see past The dude selling the drugs is a fiend for the cash He has what they love tucked away in his stash They're exchanging highs when they transact If I had to pick a drug, I'd say it was crack or smack One rule, you better relapse If you kicked the habit, threw in the flag That means more for me nigga where are the bags?
[Hook] I want money I want money I don't take E, don't sip on the lean But when it comes to this money I'm a god damn fiend I want money I want money Smoke a little weed, not fucking with leak But when it comes to this money I'm a god damn fiend
[Verse 3] I think my dad is the reason I fuck with this bread heavy I was young, I was smart, in return I was fed fetty I used it as a drug, keeping my head steady Until the day I realized I lust for those dead prezzys Lord I'm thinkin', with these bars I'm linking(Lincoln) I need a mic like Jackson, to Grant me Franklins Root of all evil is what they're claiming If so then you must understand me Satan I don't believe that too much It says it right here \"In God We Trust\" They put it on my shoulders and rhyme I must I'm the sickest in the game, in God I trust Who's gonna stop me? So cocky with the flows I step up in the booth the I do it like I'm supposed One day, I'll copping a Rolls I told you I got to get it nigga give me the gold
[Hook] I want money I want money I don't take E, don't sip on the lean But when it comes to this money I'm a god damn fiend I want money I want money Smoke a little weed, not fucking with leak But when it comes to this money I'm a god damn fiend