Verse 1:
I’m trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
But I came up short and still gotta pay rent, So
What’s my next move? Livin’ in a tent? Or a
Four door sedan with no bumper and a couple dents
A rusted fence, is the only chain I’m seeing
I’m not skinny trying to look European
I’m straight hungry, trying to find my next meal
The struggles real, I don’t even own a pot to pee in
And I’m not being, lazy just down on my luck
All I need is a sofa and a couple bucks
And I don’t care if they ones and they come crumpled up
Pockets low on volume and, I need to pump ‘em up

Chorus:
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go -

Verse 2:
A dollar short and a day late, my pay rate
Stag-nates while the stock brokers day trade
They betting on the fact I’ll never get a pay raise
They’re wagering that you living for your pay day
I stay late, and come early, on my grindstone
But still gotta call my girl up for a ride home
My Pops said I should just suck it up ‘cuz that’s life
It might be how its been, but that don’t’ make it right
They pay me like, I ain’t need to save nothing
Minimum wage, and a free egg muffin
A cup of coffee just to keep them legs pumpin’
But if I keep on getting fucked well then I’m ‘bout to break something

Chorus:
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad


Verse 3:
Try to think a ways that I could make more dough
But its harder to come up when you starting off poor, so
What’s my next move, going back to school, or
Robbing old women for their cash and their jewels, but
That ain’t cool and well plus I’d never do it
Putting money over morals just stupid
But that’s my brain talking, stomach saying’ ‘screw it’,
What’s the point in having money if you ain’t ever gon’ use it
‘Bout to lose it, Lord I feel like giving up
Swallowed my pride, but that shit didn’t fill me up
Not living up, to my own expectations, at this point
Thought I’d be making up-wards of a million bucks

Chorus:
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad