I drive a truck, it carries money,
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies.
Yesterday, I bought my beach house,
A little place just off the coast of France.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of running.
I love my truck, I love my family,
Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me.
Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place,
Then I ll ditch the truck, and buy a new face.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of something.
It can t buy you love, can t give you soul,
Can pick you up, can down you low.
Can drag you out of the hole,
You dug, yourself, out of again.
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts,
My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs,
Tomorrow, I ll maybe walk around the yard,
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I miss my family.
I drive a truck, it carries money,
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies.
Yesterday, I bought my beach house,
A little place just off the coast of France.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of running.
I love my truck, I love my family,
Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me.
Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place,
Then I ll ditch the truck, and buy a new face.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of something.
It can t buy you love, can t give you soul,
Can pick you up, can down you low.
Can drag you out of the hole,
You dug, yourself, out of again.
Sat in a truck, it carries convicts,
My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs,
Tomorrow, I ll maybe walk around the yard,
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment.
Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I miss my family.
