You can drive a fifth generation third motor oil truck

Or ride anywhere on your thumb and some luck

With muddy old boots or get around in your dirty bare feet.

You can live in a trailer underneath a bridge

Having just enough ain't a wrong way to live

Life ain't about price tags, cadillacs, or first class seats.

'cause money ain't shit at the end of the day

It don't love back, no it ain't a fair trade

Can't buy back time, you let it get away

Trying to get a little more, a little bit more

Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly

Even if it could, when it gets to the eye

Of that needle that you gotta pass through

No it ain't gonna fit

'cause on them streets of gold, yeah buddy

Money ain't shit.

That's what the alley cat trash can old man said

As he pointed at the three words painted in red

On the dumpster where I was sure cutting my way through.

He said I chased it for twenty good years of my life

It cost me my kids and a couple ex-wives

Everything they say it buys, buddy it ain't true.

'cause money ain't shit at the end of the day

It don't love back, no it ain't a fair trade

Can't buy back time, you let it get away

Trying to get a little more, a little bit more

Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly

Even if it could, when it gets to the eye

Of that needle that you gotta pass through

No it ain't gonna fit

'cause on them streets of gold, yeah buddy

Money ain't shit

No it ain't it.

'cause when it's all said and done, man, there you are

You better hope heaven ain't got no cover charge.

'cause money ain't shit at the end of the day

It don't love back, no it ain't a fair trade

Can't buy back time, you let it get away

Trying to get a little more, a little bit more

Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly

Even if it could, when it gets to the eye

Of that needle that you gotta pass through

No it ain't gonna fit

'cause on them streets of gold, yeah buddy

Money ain't shit.

On them streets of gold, yeah buddy

Money ain't shit

No, it ain't shit.