"Economics '91" lyrics

"You guys are the new blood. You're gonna go home with the kessef. You are the future big swinging dicks of this firm. Now, you all look money hungry, and that's good. Anybody tells you money is the root of all evil doesn't fuckin' have any. They say money can't buy happiness? Look at the fuckin' smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby."

"I love everything about money"
"You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes"

Rush, I got to rush to my destination
I woke up late, time for other transportations
Trains and busses - public adorations so better turn
But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns
And burns my brain, my job, my occupation
Another motherfucking source of frustration
$4.25 an hour, leaves my mouth sour
Minimum wage's like I'm caged in the prison tower
Day in and day out another person flips
They can't cope so they create their own economics
With an UZI, some ammunition and a flak jacket
Stick-up kids wanna be fat like Buddy Hackett
And get props, ranks, thanks, power position
A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician
So many times I've seen people play stupid for money
And at the funeral it isn't funny
But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn
Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard
That's when I got that sadly look on my face
No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place
So I just like when I pick myself up an automatic
So I can get my paycheck without the daily static
Got nothing to lose except my head
Yo, I'm in it to win it and I'mma spray the town blood red
Entrepreneurial skills coming all fly
And economically it doesn't matter if somebody die
It's all about getting the dollars that y'all spend
So give it up before I put your life in past tense

"Yeah, I got money coming out my ass"
"Yeah, I got money coming out my ass"