No, it's not about the soul Oh, it's all about the money Oh, you can't hold on to that No, you'll never be the best Well they say: You need to get a job You're gonna make your life They say you'll be happy But what are you looking for? When you opened the door You seemed so unhappy No, it's not about the soul Oh, it's all about the money Oh, you can't hold on to that No, you'll never be the best And you act like a bitch Telling that you're rich Well you don't know That when you get old And lose your gold They all will go No, it's not about the soul Oh, it's all about the money Oh, you can't hold on to that No, you'll never be the best And they may say You waste all your life, you act like you're high Oh, please don't care Cause when you get there They'll all be there Under the ground With all their money Flying on the skies They once ignored Buried underground The garden they spit in Buried underground Buried underground.