Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
You're a paid motherf*cker with a maid and a butler
But that life there is not for me, I'll stay in the gutter
The life I live ain't great but it takes a great person to live it
All the pain, all the suffering was straight worth every minute
Every morning is hell, life is boring and stale
The only time shit happens is with horrible smells
Wipe your ass with this napkin and more forward or fail
Cuz if you don't take action, you're a sad story to tell
So waste your time and fight for the front
I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus
No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts
The life of a lower class man
Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
Look at me, I've got money
Instead of blaming each other, I make way for my brother
He says this life's a bitch, but I'm going say that I love her
I take her on a date, if she act straight then I'm going hit it
I ain't paying to f*ck when masturbation is permitted
Til I'm short, thin and pale, feeling torn, limp and frail
A primary example of unfortunate tales
Well lock me up in shackles, have me sworn into jail
My spirit won't be trampled cuz I was born to prevail
So waste your time and fight for the front
I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus
No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts
The life of a lower class man
The life of a lower class man
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Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
You're a paid motherf*cker with a maid and a butler
But that life there is not for me, I'll stay in the gutter
The life I live ain't great but it takes a great person to live it
All the pain, all the suffering was straight worth every minute
Every morning is hell, life is boring and stale
The only time shit happens is with horrible smells
Wipe your ass with this napkin and more forward or fail
Cuz if you don't take action, you're a sad story to tell
So waste your time and fight for the front
I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus
No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts
The life of a lower class man
Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
Look at me, I've got money
Instead of blaming each other, I make way for my brother
He says this life's a bitch, but I'm going say that I love her
I take her on a date, if she act straight then I'm going hit it
I ain't paying to f*ck when masturbation is permitted
Til I'm short, thin and pale, feeling torn, limp and frail
A primary example of unfortunate tales
Well lock me up in shackles, have me sworn into jail
My spirit won't be trampled cuz I was born to prevail
So waste your time and fight for the front
I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus
No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts
The life of a lower class man
The life of a lower class man
Look at me, I'm alright
Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
You're a paid motherf*cker with a maid and a butler
But that life there is not for me, I'll stay in the gutter
The life I live ain't great but it takes a great person to live it
All the pain, all the suffering was straight worth every minute
Every morning is hell, life is boring and stale
The only time shit happens is with horrible smells
Wipe your ass with this napkin and more forward or fail
Cuz if you don't take action, you're a sad story to tell
So waste your time and fight for the front
I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus
No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts
The life of a lower class man
Look at me, I've got money
Look at me, I'm alright
Look at me, I've got money
Instead of blaming each other, I make way for my brother
He says this life's a bitch, but I'm going say that I love her
I take her on a date, if she act straight then I'm going hit it
I ain't paying to f*ck when masturbation is permitted
Til I'm short, thin and pale, feeling torn, limp and frail
A primary example of unfortunate tales
Well lock me up in shackles, have me sworn into jail
My spirit won't be trampled cuz I was born to prevail
So waste your time and fight for the front
I'm safe and fine at the back of the bus
No shame, nor pride, just packing some nuts
The life of a lower class man
The life of a lower class man