Dead Presidents X

[Verse 1] No dead presidents, it's all about the Benjamins I'm getting cash too fast, send me a Ventolin They say laughter is the best medicine So I'm laughing to the bank with a clean bill of health as evidence The poor after my fortune So I fortify my fortress against the less fortunate Your struggle bars are full of poverty lines I own hip hop, check the private property sign Your raps about what you've overcome are overdone Swinging for the fences but you couldn't make a hit Now you're 0 for 1 If you're having money problems, I feel bad for you son There's the 99% but this kid ain't one American Dream fueled by C.R.E.A.M. and caffeine Bucks spent on Starbucks, salaries going to gasoline Root of evil got me rooting for the bad guys Cuz when the numbers in your favor, then of course they can't lie But money ain't the root of evil, it just makes us ruder people Lets you view others to determine who's your equal The problem with profit is it can turn the news deceitful And killing one another only proves that the pursuit is lethal But I love the dough, it's a fatal attraction Once you get a taste, it becomes more than a distraction Satisfaction never guaranteed Cuz it seems I can't get enough apparently