Текст песни Dollar Dollar, Fake Money - Fibonacci_clique

Put it in your face motherfucker look like a disgrace
Every time I look you in your place you crying like a bitch
Why the fuck you talking shit why the fuck you even here
I'm just trying smoke this leaf with my bro but now you to fear
Is it not ok no it's not ok motherfucker you be looking gay
What the fuck is wrong with that brain
And you don't try to start me with all the fake up
And if it wasn't for me your dumbass be still wearing makeup
Dollar dollar the fake money in the fucking printer of the evil
End your mother fucking sister everyone be fighting
For this piece of paper and your sitting in your room
Tryna figure out how to get any of it mother fucker you are so broke
And you don't understand the way that life is a hope
And you just get pulled and tugged from side to side
And you don't know what the fuck is real suicide

Bitch got microscopic mind no line between what is mine
Now what is your between what is life what's afterlife
Give a fuck you know who is us how we do what we want to
While smoking bubbles how we smoking up
I don't care how you think i'm alone never sober
Don't need a fucken loan when I'm going nowhere no one fucking cares

Dollar dollar the fake money in the fucking printer of the evil
End your mother fucking sister everyone be fighting
For this piece of paper and your sitting in your room
Tryna figure out how to get any of it motherfucker you are so broke

Don't know where my soul wants to flow
I Do know it's fucken broken in pieces threw that shit
Than pick it up trying to shove it back in can't live it up
No regret so just do what you want don't go with the sin
But I do what I want now I can't give it up
Know my soul is dark i wanted was fucken love
So I followed my light from the deepest of my sorrows
Knowing tomorrow is going to be better so what
I Don't need to feel it anymore