Cash money, do do. Cash money, do do. This is what I sing from time to time. If my husband lands a decent sales deal, the cash money song may start to flow. If I find some cash in a pocket, start thinking about cash or really need some cash, you might hear cash money, do do. Cash money. Johnny Cash.
cash is overrated. if we all shared our goods and services in exchange for the goods and services of others, selflessly, we would be a happier peaceful people of true equality. no one would be left hungry, needy, or without a home.
What is it about cash that drives you crazy? Is it the colour? Probably what it gets you. Does it really get you anything good? Is it better to have none? I wish I had more. Having none is the worst. It would be better if it was prettier though. And less smelly, and had less cocaine on it.
But, oh well. I still like it.
if he didn’t have the cash i’d leave. i’d get on the next bus out of here and never look back. it wouldn’t bother me to leave it all behind. i haven’t loved any of it in a long time. i don’t even remember the
stuff you make when you work someplace. the thing you need to buy materials with. the thing that causes alot of problems. cash is something we all wish we had. it gets us anything we want except happiness.
money is power and evil and hate and pain and necessity to some extent in everyones lives. it is unescapable. it is everywhere. its just bit so fmetal, paper and digitality stored numbers. its pretty fake all in all
to fill the spaces in your pockets with honey. to let your hands stick. tarred and feathered with paper money–this is the next prank. our worthless dollars.
the roundness of his voice in the lower pitches and the eyebrows standing against his forehead. That’s what made him an American Icon, those eyebrows and that forehead.
i really wish i had some cash
if i had some cash i would have a blast
spending and lending and having some fun
id travel around and play in the sun
i really wish i could get some cash now
but as hard as i try i really dont know how
The crisp bills felt thick and fat as I slid them into my wallet. So nice to know that I have cash on hand – free and clear – to spend as I wish. Ahhh – freedom!
i like cash it’s fun idk what to think about cash, it buys things for me it comforts me when I’m down, but still it’s not everything, I work very hard for cash and it’s silly gross looking feeling smelling way. I always think about how stripers take money in their undies, gross just very gross
Johnny went to the bank one day. He wanted to buy a giant grand piano. And it cost one zillion dollars. So he pulled 2 zillion dollars in cash out of the bank and he bought a giant grand piano and he became a rock star! He was wanted through all the lands.
I took all of the cash and ran. The Policeman shouted and ran after me, but I didn’t care. I wpuldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for my sister. Saki, five years old, suffering from a heart disease. She’ll only live if she goes through surgery- a surgery we don’t have enough money to pay for.
cash is the physical manifestation of our concept of money. money is a brilliant concept, and part of the perfection of the modern perpetual-motion society. cash is an integral part of feeling wealthy.
Loose-leaf bullets and dangerous anagrams; ransom letters and old news paper clippings. The golden edge on a mafia man’s smoking bullet, leaving a warm trail in cold air. Cold, calculated, and too greedy to be synthetic.
cash, cash. why does it have such a power? I often speculate that if only we returned kind deeds with kind deeds, there would be no need for money. we would all supply clothes, food, shelter, for each other, for the simple act of giving and receiving out of the humane core of our hearts.
how exactly do we measure happiness? is it how much fun we have, where we go, who we hang out with? it seems, the currency in which our happiness is measured in these days, is cash, dough, moolah. there is so much of it to go around, but why are people still homeless?
It had white on it. Jerad and I debated whether it was coke, or maybe our neighbor just liked confectioners sugar. She does like to bake. But then again, she did have bizarre men going to her house, and mom said that other races should not be in our neighborhood. Its not the right place for them, she said.
there never seems to be any substance to it, its based on an idea of prosperity, having more of it seems to raise your rank in society. It’s empty really.
Well… wish I had more of it!
I just had a repair guy come by and state that my roof leak may need to be covered by insurance.
There goes my tax return!
I was hoping to get new windows. So.. I wait another year, I guess. I’m gonna have to use the tax money for the deductible to do the repairs. At least my daughter’s room won’t leak anymore. So I should be happy for that, I guess. Although… the few items I wanted to do are gonna have to wait. So much for getting back on a motorcycle by next summer.
Who knows? Maybe my refereeing will pick up and the cash will start flowing in.
(he never knew what she meant by slamming the records down on the table or throwing them just over his shoulder and watching them shatter, half laughing half crying half screaming. he never knew if he should run the opposite direction or seize her and kiss her and never, ever let go.)
cash rules everything around me dolla dolla bill. but for real it does. im always looking for it, never have it. it sucks, anyone want to barter with me
cash is a strange thing, in that it seems to dominate our lives. But the wired thing about that is how willing we fgind ourseflvs to sepnd the most importint thing in the world on crap. like this internet conection. what im i doing with my day?
petty cash pocket cash all in the bank cash thinking all the time about money does it really matter if you have it does it really matter if you dont cash
cash cash cash. i wish i had more of it! but does it really make us happy? i dunno. sometimes i think i would be more happy if i were a millionaire. but then i’d have to think of places to keep it. not just how to spend it. i think im happy with what i have now.
cash me some love, cash me some time, cash me some tenderness, never death, never pain, but how long will I have to wait?
It seems like only two people before me on the register to cash out life.
Cash has always been a part of my life that I never had a comfortable time with. It seems, like with most people, to have an obnoxious way of not being around when I really need it. Of course, it’s always there when I have unimportant things to spend it on.
i grabbed the cash just in time, running out of the store with not so much as a second glance at the bodies on the ground that now lay motionless. scar had the door open for me and i had barely sat down when he put the pedal to the metal…How bad, isnt it?
the god i believe in ain’t short of cash…. mister… said a short irish man that was not short of cash… who sang with Johnny Cash,
cash is corrupt, it leads to power, and ultimately to the demise of a person whose characteristics were better prior to coming into cash.
money money what people need and waste
Cash money, do do. Cash money, do do. This is what I sing from time to time. If my husband lands a decent sales deal, the cash money song may start to flow. If I find some cash in a pocket, start thinking about cash or really need some cash, you might hear cash money, do do. Cash money. Johnny Cash.
cash is overrated. if we all shared our goods and services in exchange for the goods and services of others, selflessly, we would be a happier peaceful people of true equality. no one would be left hungry, needy, or without a home.
What is it about cash that drives you crazy? Is it the colour? Probably what it gets you. Does it really get you anything good? Is it better to have none? I wish I had more. Having none is the worst. It would be better if it was prettier though. And less smelly, and had less cocaine on it.
But, oh well. I still like it.
if he didn’t have the cash i’d leave. i’d get on the next bus out of here and never look back. it wouldn’t bother me to leave it all behind. i haven’t loved any of it in a long time. i don’t even remember the
stuff you make when you work someplace. the thing you need to buy materials with. the thing that causes alot of problems. cash is something we all wish we had. it gets us anything we want except happiness.
money is power and evil and hate and pain and necessity to some extent in everyones lives. it is unescapable. it is everywhere. its just bit so fmetal, paper and digitality stored numbers. its pretty fake all in all
to fill the spaces in your pockets with honey. to let your hands stick. tarred and feathered with paper money–this is the next prank. our worthless dollars.
the roundness of his voice in the lower pitches and the eyebrows standing against his forehead. That’s what made him an American Icon, those eyebrows and that forehead.
i really wish i had some cash
if i had some cash i would have a blast
spending and lending and having some fun
id travel around and play in the sun
i really wish i could get some cash now
but as hard as i try i really dont know how
she never had cash–she worked on the barter system.
food for housework, clothes for watching children, a car for sex.
don’t call her a prostitute…call her a wife.
The crisp bills felt thick and fat as I slid them into my wallet. So nice to know that I have cash on hand – free and clear – to spend as I wish. Ahhh – freedom!
i like cash it’s fun idk what to think about cash, it buys things for me it comforts me when I’m down, but still it’s not everything, I work very hard for cash and it’s silly gross looking feeling smelling way. I always think about how stripers take money in their undies, gross just very gross
CASH IS ESSENTIAL TO MAKE A LIVING. EXCEPT IF YOU ARE A THIEF…
Johnny went to the bank one day. He wanted to buy a giant grand piano. And it cost one zillion dollars. So he pulled 2 zillion dollars in cash out of the bank and he bought a giant grand piano and he became a rock star! He was wanted through all the lands.
cash… liquidity… flowing… unstable… changing hands…
Oneword is very much like onelove and onelife. The reality of the situation is that we all live as One. Very boring, yet mindblowing at the same time.
I took all of the cash and ran. The Policeman shouted and ran after me, but I didn’t care. I wpuldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for my sister. Saki, five years old, suffering from a heart disease. She’ll only live if she goes through surgery- a surgery we don’t have enough money to pay for.
cash is the physical manifestation of our concept of money. money is a brilliant concept, and part of the perfection of the modern perpetual-motion society. cash is an integral part of feeling wealthy.
Loose-leaf bullets and dangerous anagrams; ransom letters and old news paper clippings. The golden edge on a mafia man’s smoking bullet, leaving a warm trail in cold air. Cold, calculated, and too greedy to be synthetic.
cash, cash. why does it have such a power? I often speculate that if only we returned kind deeds with kind deeds, there would be no need for money. we would all supply clothes, food, shelter, for each other, for the simple act of giving and receiving out of the humane core of our hearts.
how exactly do we measure happiness? is it how much fun we have, where we go, who we hang out with? it seems, the currency in which our happiness is measured in these days, is cash, dough, moolah. there is so much of it to go around, but why are people still homeless?
money,denero. what makes the world go round. corrupt,empowering. to die for.wasted! the root of all evil. the essance of life
papery with pictures of people (royalty) on it. It is used to pay tor stuff. Cash coins often smell gads and taste eww. em em em … cash is gash.
Thick green notes oiling my palm.
They weigh the same as a condo in Malibu,
a kiss in the dark, a smile in a rain storm.
They smell sweet and wise like the oldest oak
on the pinnacle of the earth.
It had white on it. Jerad and I debated whether it was coke, or maybe our neighbor just liked confectioners sugar. She does like to bake. But then again, she did have bizarre men going to her house, and mom said that other races should not be in our neighborhood. Its not the right place for them, she said.
Make that bling-bling, hustle for that cash.
Self yourself, your house, your family. Got to make that cash, dough, bread, chedda.
Without it, how do you define yourself…
How am I to define you…
Now get out on that street.
Cash – something that I want more than need. Something that I can do without – something that is just a barrier to the things I want.
Cash is strapping – a goal – a letdown – a high -for some people even a savior.
Cash is cash – it gets you where you are going but then you wonder why you are there.
there never seems to be any substance to it, its based on an idea of prosperity, having more of it seems to raise your rank in society. It’s empty really.
Well… wish I had more of it!
I just had a repair guy come by and state that my roof leak may need to be covered by insurance.
There goes my tax return!
I was hoping to get new windows. So.. I wait another year, I guess. I’m gonna have to use the tax money for the deductible to do the repairs. At least my daughter’s room won’t leak anymore. So I should be happy for that, I guess. Although… the few items I wanted to do are gonna have to wait. So much for getting back on a motorcycle by next summer.
Who knows? Maybe my refereeing will pick up and the cash will start flowing in.
johnny cash. her favorite singer.
(he never knew what she meant by slamming the records down on the table or throwing them just over his shoulder and watching them shatter, half laughing half crying half screaming. he never knew if he should run the opposite direction or seize her and kiss her and never, ever let go.)
(he did neither. he was never happy.)
cash rules everything around me dolla dolla bill. but for real it does. im always looking for it, never have it. it sucks, anyone want to barter with me
cash is a strange thing, in that it seems to dominate our lives. But the wired thing about that is how willing we fgind ourseflvs to sepnd the most importint thing in the world on crap. like this internet conection. what im i doing with my day?
petty cash pocket cash all in the bank cash thinking all the time about money does it really matter if you have it does it really matter if you dont cash
cash cash cash. i wish i had more of it! but does it really make us happy? i dunno. sometimes i think i would be more happy if i were a millionaire. but then i’d have to think of places to keep it. not just how to spend it. i think im happy with what i have now.
cash me some love, cash me some time, cash me some tenderness, never death, never pain, but how long will I have to wait?
It seems like only two people before me on the register to cash out life.
Cash has always been a part of my life that I never had a comfortable time with. It seems, like with most people, to have an obnoxious way of not being around when I really need it. Of course, it’s always there when I have unimportant things to spend it on.
i grabbed the cash just in time, running out of the store with not so much as a second glance at the bodies on the ground that now lay motionless. scar had the door open for me and i had barely sat down when he put the pedal to the metal…How bad, isnt it?