[Intro]
Money, the root of all evil
But is that really the truth?
A social construct created just five thousand years ago
Was the genesis of all the evil in the world?
Ha!
Who created money?
Who gives money it it’s value?
It stands to reason that if humans are the source of the root of all evil
Then perhaps that same evil resides within

[Verse 1 - Sly deSilva]
I am the reason that things never change
Too much profiting in staying the same
The reason the slaves can’t cast off their chains
The reason the poor rock big diamond rings
Capitalism breeds capital lies
Money is virtue and money is pride
Money is worth, I felt it inside
I heard a voice sounding so sanctified
“Come on Sylvester, I could make your life better
If you just do what I tell ya then you’ll have all of the cheddar”
Now I get money in all types of ways
Money for blood, money for pain
Money is motive and motive is gain
18k watch but my soul has been stained
Bottles on bottles on bottles of Ace
Choppers go off, bodies get sprayed
Product on product on product for days
Target the poor, profit gets made
So what would I do for a million dollars?
I would drop knees, my soul I would offer
I would do evil and help it to prosper
I would help lead the lambs to the slaughter

[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?

[Interlude 1]
Money makes the world go ‘round
It is the difference between freedom and servitude, life and death
It’s funny, everyone fashions themselves a good person
When they have never, ever, been desperate
Perhaps you are not a good person
Perhaps you have just never been pushed
Perhaps your morals vanish when you see the money on the table
And ask yourself, honestly
What would I do for a million dollars?

[Verse 2 - Jagger James]
What would I do for a million dollars
Grinding for years, hoping to prosper
Sign enough deals to fill up my coffers
Throw away morals and bury my conscience
I want this money like rent on the first
Sly sipping bubbly ‘cause he got the purse
I’m drinking Jamie with friends after work
Green with the envy my Benjamins hurt
This money gon’ fall, my angels are cursed
Considering ways I ain’t raised to make worth
Baphomet staring, take up the offer
Probably would buy my momma some Prada
After all that’s what the devil wears
I know I would sin just to get her there
Decadence life of a millionaire
Tell your friends running on true despair
Kill a homie just to get me there
Working three jobs ain’t got a prayer
Fucking three broads charge ‘em all a fare
Needing three lines you could snort ‘em later
So what would I do for a million dollars?
I know I would scream, I know I would holler
Wondering if I would dead my own father
I’m just tired of living in squalor

[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?

[Interlude 2]
Yes, take this money, take this power
Take everything you want
The world is yours my friend
And you shall kneel before no man
Follow me and you’ll have everything you desire
Let go of petty morality, you are a god
All I need is your soul in exchange
Is that really, so much, to ask for?

[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?