[Chorus: Mick Jenkins & Serious Klein]
They say, "Money can't make you happy" (Yeah)
Well, I beg to differ
(I finally found The Kii)
Uh

[Verse 1: Serious Klein]
Straight from the mud, but the aim is to sleep like presidents
Come count my mama bills and you gon' get the relevance
Double the hustle, fuck a puzzle
Fuck the starve, this shit is some muscles
Need a shovel, let me show you what a blessing is (Uh)
This shit won't fall from the trees
Hold the torch, got the keys
I need my paper in peace
I like my mac with the cheese
I need my mans to be free
Life tastes better with some ice to the tea (Yeah)
Fuck a slice, add a cherry if you bake it for me
Uh, thirsty for water, surrounded by desert eagles
Need to eat, pull the root out, fuck you talking 'bout evil?
The new pursuit of happiness, n***a, this is this sequel
Changed the floor with a king-sized bed, come let me teach you
Days without a heater, I was bleeding through these speakers
Plus I gotta feed a baby, luck ain't never really reached us
Know these bills really gonna keep us safe from the coldest nights, the older life
N***a, I ain't going back, fuck you talking wrong or right?
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
They say, "Money can't make you happy"
I beg to differ
Yeah, I beg to differ
Started getting some change
My perspective has changed

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
Tell 'em put that shit where they mouth is
Order your house 'fore you start talkin' that fresh shit
We ain't spittin' up mouthwash, we don't need too much vouchin'
Dragons hidden, all my tigers crouching
N***as is low key, that don't mean we ain't pouncin'
Break a pound to the ounces, n***as all for the gram
Get it gang to the blouses
Lamp in linens in a Spanish brand I keep mispronouncin'
Think it's Loewe or Loe-ve
Got a show in Nueve
And they gon' cash me out as soon as we all exit stage left
This the life that I live, don't miss the one that I left
Don't miss the things that I stressed over, was really distressed
Right up until we finessed
A humble bag
You might hear a humble brag or two
On point like a dagger be, see
How could you quantify advice for my quality of life
When you don't know my pain and dichotomy of strife?
Like bill folds wouldn't make the bigger loads light
Like green bags wouldn't have me lean back
Could've have that good food
Could've looked like Fat Joe
Couldn't even dream that then
I say broke and think 'bout how it was extreme back then
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
They say, "Money can't make you happy"
I beg to differ
Yeah, I beg to differ
Started getting some change
My perspective has changed
N***a, I beg to differ
Yeah
They say, "Money can't make you happy"
I beg to differ