Lyrics:

Big Money
Mark Baker - James Christian - Jimi Bell

The roots of all evil

Take, take a look around
You got everything that you'll ever need
We got a blue ray pushin' surround sound
On the mother of all L.E.D.s

But you don't have me and I don't have you
Where it went wrong well, we don't have a clue

But we got
Big money
Count it up, make it all alright now
Big money
Stackin' the deck, stackin' the deck, yeah
Big money
Pile it up till it hits the sky now
Big money
Hey, hey

Stock is my stock in trade
You know we don't ever want for a thing
So tell me, who cares if mistakes were made
Long as we got lots of baubles and bling?

But I can't see you and you can't see me
Where it all broke bad is a fuckin' mystery

'Cuz we got…
Big money
Count it up, make it all alright now
Big money
Stackin' the deck, stackin' the deck, yeah
Big money
Pile it up till it hits the sky now
Big money
Hey, hey, yeah, till it hits the sky

We live for the foreign markers
Bigger dicks and deeper pockets
They will have to pry it
From our cold dead hands

But I can't see you and you can't see me
Where it all broke bad is a fuckin' mystery

But we got
Big money
Count it up, make it all alright now
Big money
Stackin' the deck, stackin' the deck, yeah
Big money
Pile it up till it hits the sky now
Big money
Hey, hey money
Big money, money
Hey, hey money
Big money, money
Hey, hey