Lyrics Get Away - The Internet
Now
she
wanna
fuck
with
me
(fuck
with
me)
Live
a
life
of
luxury,
models
in
my
money
trees
Such
beautiful
company
Fuck
a
9 to
5 I'm
seeing
dollar
signs
But
I'm
still
driving
around
in
my
old
whip
Still
living
at
home,
got
issues
with
my
Old
chick
she
blowin'
up
my
phone
Talkin
'bout
some
bullshit
Like
who's
this,
who's
that
Could
be
worse
So
to
calm
her
nerves
I
just
tell
her
Roll
up
an
L
and
light
it
Let's
go
to
space
Be
my
co,
I'll
be
the
pilot
Let's
get
away
Let's
get
away
Let's
get
away
Let's
get
away
Baby
let's
get
away
Money
doesn't
grow
from
trees
Maybe
we
can
make
believe
today
All
I
need
is
company
Rest
assure
I
got
it
babe
Working
for
the
finer
things
(finer
things)
Getting
in
all
kind
of
ways
Pennies
all
in
my
champagne
Every
day
we
celebrate
(celebrate)
Fuck
your
little
funds
a
million
ain't
enough
But
I'm
still
driving
around
in
my
old
whip
Still
living
at
home,
got
Issues
with
my
new
chick
She
blowin'
up
my
phone
Now
all
I
hear
is
womp'
womp',
womp'
womp'
(womp'
womp')
But
it
could
be
worse
Girl
calm
your
nerves
I
want
you
to
Roll
up
an
L
and
light
it
Let's
go
to
space
Be
my
co
i'll
be
the
pilot
Let's
get
away
Let's
get
away
Let's
get
away
Let's
get
away
Baby
let's
get
away
Money
doesn't
fall
from
trees
Maybe
we
can
make
believe
today
All
I
need
is
company
And
the
rest
is
yours,
I
promise
babe
If
money
don't
B
31
through
60,
B
31
through
60
welcome
on
aboard
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