Money Ain’t $hit Lyrics by Kameron Marlowe
You can drive a fifth generation third motor oil truck
Or ride anywhere on your thumb and some luck
With muddy old boots or get around in your dirty bare feet
You can live in a trailer underneath a bridge
Having just enough ain’t a wrong way to live
Life ain’t about price tags, Cadillacs, or first class seats
‘Cause money ain’t shit at the end of the day
It don’t love back, no it ain’t a fair trade
Can’t buy back time, you let it get away
Trying to get a little more, a little bit more
Moneyain’t shit and it ain’t gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No it ain’t gonna fit
‘Cause on them streets of gold, yeah buddy
Money ain’t shit
That’s what the alley cat trash can old man said
As he pointed at the three words painted in red
On the dumpster where I was sure cutting my way through
He said I chased it for twenty good years of my life
It cost me my kids and a couple ex-wives
Everything they say it buys, buddy it ain’t true
‘Cause money ain’t shit at the end of the day
It don’t love back, no it ain’t a fair trade
Can’t buy back time, you let it get away
Trying to get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain’t shit and it ain’t gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No it ain’t gonna fit
‘Cause on them streets of gold, yeah buddy
Money ain’t shit
No it ain’t it
‘Cause when it’s all said and done, man, there you are
You better hope Heaven ain’t got no cover charge
‘Cause money ain’t shit at the end of the day
It don’t love back, no it ain’t a fair trade
Can’t buy back time, you let it get away
Trying to get a little more, a little bit more
Money ain’t shit and it ain’t gonna fly
Even if it could, when it gets to the eye
Of that needle that you gotta pass through
No it ain’t gonna fit
‘Cause on them streets of gold, yeah buddy
Money ain’t shit
On them streets of gold, yeah buddy
Money ain’t shit
No, it ain’t shit