Lyrics Money - Struggle Jennings , Yelawolf

Been at it for a minute, yeah
The full minute from the mud I drop (uh)
Been had a couple haters, yeah
Had a couple haters, but the buzz won't stop (uh)
Took a bite of that pie, boy
I'm an American rollin' rock (uh)
What they gon' say now, boy?
Still Slum and I'm settin' up shop
Shop, shop, Yelawolf, Yelawolf
Yeah, buddy, I'm a trailer park household name, uh
I ain't gotta work another day in my life
I can't complain
But fuck a retirement plan
Still lookin' at Jim like, "You hirin', man?"
Took a vacation and spent half of the time
Pacin' the floor, divisin' a plan
Gotta relax
But I got a big loan, holmes, gotta repay RE/MAX
Got it all pent up, gotta get these bucks
So I don't end up in a ski mask
I'ma lift that truck, I'ma sniff these drugs
I'ma go back homе where the hеat at
Took a look at the hill, baby, I got real
When I get to the top, I'ma ski back
Like a Canadian, send it
Give a fuck what you play and what's trendin'
Billy's on a parade again with his
Gold teeth like an Arabian dentist
A Capricorn, I'm driven, limitless
Can't lay around, just layin' down the business
You pay today to witness admission
Or you can layaway, the gift is extended, money
In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money
Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money
My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money
'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money)
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money)
She dance with devils, cranks the levels
Love that bass, fuck the treble
My bitch fire, six-inch stilettos
Still pull my strings like Tom Morello
I'ma strip it down to the bare wire
'Til the wheels fall off like a spare tire
Spit straight fire out the air fryer
Critics, they can blow me like a hair dryer
Bad motherfucker since I came into the game
They best be watchin' what they say when they talkin' 'bout me
Miss me with the stupid shit 'cause my whole team is stupid lit
I'm talkin' shit while doin' it, Muhammad Ali, woo
Out here winnin' again
The losers are winnin' again
I'm sick of all these feminine men
I'm sick of all these industry pretend-to-be friends, tell 'em, Yeller
In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money
Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money
My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money
'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money)
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money)
Fresh outta prison, I got it (yeah)
How I did it, that's logic (yeah)
Hard work and no stoppin' (yeah)
Seen a problem, I solve it (yeah)
Feds askin', no comment
Money don't make me, I make profit
Everybody feelin' hurt, Dave Chappelle
Cobalt blue SS Chevelle
Yeah, I'm extra hell, oh, I guess they bailed
That's a epic fail 'cause I'm blessed as hell
Funny to me that you dead in the water
And I'm SNL on a Tuesday night
I'm batshit crazy, got 'em sick like China
Why all these dicks act like vaginas?
I'm the guy at the bottom of the well that you wish in
Come up dry, just keep fishin'
How the hell is you dissin'
When I bought the pot that you piss in?
There's a lesson here that you missin'
Hold up, honey, honey, Linda, listen
If you're worth more, gotta work more
Still gonna run my mud mouth if I'm dirt poor
I'm a sinner, but a church boy
Yeah, fuck a couple carats, I'm wearing some kind of turquoise
In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money
Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money
My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money
'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money)
Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (money)
When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (money)
When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (money)
'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (money)