Now
By the time I'm done with my sermon, I hope
My congregation would come to understand that
Man is lost, man is corrupt
Man has forsaken their Heavenly Father, The Creator
Replaced him with a new man made god
Now, the question is who is this savior
Who is this new god they have
One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand hunnids
You can't tell me nothing
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
Aye, aye
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Love will bring her peace but bands will make her dance
So check
I want fabrics that's tailor made
Collar with lipstick stains
People claim to be saints when I tell 'em about my dreams saying
"It don't by happiness"
I don't believe you bro
For the guy that told you this
That nigga isn't broke
I'm tired of window shopping
I need a different plan
But will material wealth make you a better man
Aye, don't like the way you talking
For your noggin they coming
Put up twenty hunnid
It barely nicked my budget
Luxury and fame
Money and that power
The elements that fuel all that human desire
Don't take a little trip down that path of envy
Once you're in it too deep, where there's fire
Check this, God made man who then made paper after
Man got confused on who was truly master
Then this confusion brought about imbalance
Poor had valid points but being Rich could mean your points are valid
The conflicts of Misogynists and the Feminists
I don't deal with broke hoes, broke niggas can't hit
In that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy
One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand hunnids
You can't tell me nothing
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
Uncle Ticky - Money Maketh Man Pt. 1 Lyrics
Uncle Ticky - Money Maketh Man Pt. 1 Lyrics
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Now
By the time I'm done with my sermon, I hope
My congregation would come to understand that
Man is lost, man is corrupt
Man has forsaken their Heavenly Father, The Creator
Replaced him with a new man made god
Now, the question is who is this savior
Who is this new god they have
One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand hunnids
You can't tell me nothing
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
Aye, aye
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Love will bring her peace but bands will make her dance
So check
I want fabrics that's tailor made
Collar with lipstick stains
People claim to be saints when I tell 'em about my dreams saying
"It don't by happiness"
I don't believe you bro
For the guy that told you this
That nigga isn't broke
I'm tired of window shopping
I need a different plan
But will material wealth make you a better man
Aye, don't like the way you talking
For your noggin they coming
Put up twenty hunnid
It barely nicked my budget
Luxury and fame
Money and that power
The elements that fuel all that human desire
Don't take a little trip down that path of envy
Once you're in it too deep, where there's fire
Check this, God made man who then made paper after
Man got confused on who was truly master
Then this confusion brought about imbalance
Poor had valid points but being Rich could mean your points are valid
The conflicts of Misogynists and the Feminists
I don't deal with broke hoes, broke niggas can't hit
In that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy
One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand hunnids
You can't tell me nothing
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
By the time I'm done with my sermon, I hope
My congregation would come to understand that
Man is lost, man is corrupt
Man has forsaken their Heavenly Father, The Creator
Replaced him with a new man made god
Now, the question is who is this savior
Who is this new god they have
One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand hunnids
You can't tell me nothing
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
Aye, aye
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Bands will make her dance, bands will make her dance
Love will bring her peace but bands will make her dance
So check
I want fabrics that's tailor made
Collar with lipstick stains
People claim to be saints when I tell 'em about my dreams saying
"It don't by happiness"
I don't believe you bro
For the guy that told you this
That nigga isn't broke
I'm tired of window shopping
I need a different plan
But will material wealth make you a better man
Aye, don't like the way you talking
For your noggin they coming
Put up twenty hunnid
It barely nicked my budget
Luxury and fame
Money and that power
The elements that fuel all that human desire
Don't take a little trip down that path of envy
Once you're in it too deep, where there's fire
Check this, God made man who then made paper after
Man got confused on who was truly master
Then this confusion brought about imbalance
Poor had valid points but being Rich could mean your points are valid
The conflicts of Misogynists and the Feminists
I don't deal with broke hoes, broke niggas can't hit
In that era dominated by the Generation Z
Who gives a damn about your looks when money makes you sexy
One hunnid ones
One thousand tens
Ten thousand hunnids
You can't tell me nothing
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something
I put a slug in a opp
Houdini the scene
Give a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
Writer: Thokozani Mulela
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music