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Afroman - Afroholic... The Even Better Times - Money (Ain't Everything)
Afroholic... The Even Better Times
Disc 1
01. Roll Your Windows Down
02. I've Been Hustlin'
03. West Y'all
04. I Drive Better Drunk
05. Let's Get High Tonight
06. Late at Night
07. Gangsta Sound
08. Leaving California
09. Hittin' Switches
10. Airport
11. Ghetto Memories
12. Cali Swangin'
13. Paranoid
Disc 2
01. Keep On Limp'n
02. On My Hustle
03. 1988
04. This the Kind of Beat
05. Dance Wit Me
06. What If
07. From tha Ghetto
08. Smoke 1
09. Fuck tha Corporate World
10. Money (Ain't Everything)
11. U Can Make It
12. Major Beat
13. Whack Rappers
14. Whack Rappers II
15. Me & Kenny
Money ain't everything, evil is all it brings
Money ain't everything, evil is all it brings

I always wanted to be a star, ride around town in a fancy car

Get respect from all my peers for the
Things I've accomplished over the years

But the peers I hang around don't do nothing but bring me down

Eat my food, spend my cash, park they car, burn my gas
Nobody visit, nobody call, I ran out of weed and alcohol
When I'm all alone, I start to learn, people don't give back in return
The people I laughed at in the street, they're
The ones helping me find something to eat
I reflect on my past, it makes me sad
I treat the bad folks good, the good folks bad
But it feels good to be forgiven, plus
A chance to change my way of living

Strangers, my best friends, 'cause when I'm broke they bring me ends
Cash money in my hand, went from a bum to a business man
No trust in him, no trust in her, no friends, just customers

A picture for you and your woman friend
Thank you and y'all come again
No more in crowd, I'm independent
Hate my guts but everything is splendid
Money is the only friend that I need
As I wipe the saliva of revenge and greed
But money brought me nothing but gold diggers
Backstabbing, cutthroat, cold brothers

Private life gone with these corporate lawsuits
Prejudiced cops with the steel toed boots
Got me hiding in the woods straight getting blunted
Tripping 'cause this ain't the life I wanted
Can't stand on the corner post up and chill
Everybody and they mama want a record deal

Everybody hate me 'cause they can't manipulate me

All I wanna do is go to church, read my Bible and get my soul searched
'Cause it ain't about cars, it ain't about
Stars, it ain't about houses, suits, blouses
Breathe in, breathe out, the gift of life, that's what it's all about

Somebody created me, I wonder who could that somebody be
My daddy told me that person is God, he
Overcomes circumstances when times are hard

I was blind but now I see, the miracles God done for me
He picked me up, he turned me round, he placed my feet on solid ground
It might sound crazy, it might sound odd
But this rap song is for the glory of God
Just like David, this is my psalm
A Christian song and it's still the bomb

Money ain't everything, evil is all it brings
Money ain't everything, evil is all it brings