The Root

Money's the root of evil, good thing I'm the supervillain Get loot too consistent, en route to a few million When I get to a bag I'm grabbin' it two fisted Ten steps ahead while you lag back and miss it What am I worth? What's the price that you'll pay? What am I selling you when I sign my name on that page? Hell with selling my soul, I'll never sign it away Line it with diamonds but that chain makes you a slave F*ck a cut of the pay you can get cut with a blade Catch me robbing banks if I'm not on a fucking stage I told my family, either way we'll get fucking paid Independent wealth is how I'll escape from the cage