Lyrics Money - Ali Music

I'm talking about my dreams
I'm talking about my needs
I'm talking about my sleep
I'm talking about my things
I'm talking about migraines
And living while I hang
Living while I drink
And living while I sing
All of my words end up flipping inside
Like oh my
Made a couple friends and now they out the back
What even is this about mac?
I can play a little black jack or dark magic crime

They don't see it coming, they don't see me driving low
They don't see me in my Porche
Counting all that dollar dough
I got a job that pays the bills
Pays them really well
But nah nah nah nah you don't care
Everyday I'm prinking up
And making all that Harley queen, self-esteem
Right up on that low
Driving past you in my porche
Blast you up without a horse
Staying up all night and sleeping in the day
Got me on that night shift, making their own money pay

I'm kinda like a fish
I sit back, relax and take it in
But get me on a topic and I'm sure I'll dive right in
Become a feisty animal
You can't control the flammable morality of immortality

Driving away in my own little game
Little world is building up
And got that money in my wallet
If you even make no sense
I don't need to make no sense
What I say is going out
Imma do it how I like
Going inside your little tiny mind
Taking everything throwing it out
Branding everything closed and dry
Making a migraine for my pain
Riding a coaster
Living in posters
Bring out a toaster
Ring up the loafers
I'm gonna focus
Unplugging the end
I'm letting it be
See ya!