Текст песни Show Money - Funkoars

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Put it down, clean it up,
Keep feedin' us with bull shit. (No money to show but show money)

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Dirty money still payin' the bills,
Dirty money still payin' the bills.

I need that show money,
For real, I've got no money.
Debt deeper than fat people in broke' boats, sonny,
Crowd with the blow money,
But keep it under the table until we able to split the notes buddy.
Kick your nose, grubby, and your toes out of the water,
You're talkin' it all, (Yup)
Be an informant.
Door to door, (Yup)
Being a Mormon.
Poppin' kids out, (Yup)
Sick of the Foreman.
(---Missing Lyrics---)
They got you once, now you're payin' it back. (Whoa-oh)
You're telling me the reason you fight,
Well, mother fucker, that's the reason I write.
And now we're readin' your rights
And now you're chillin' me deep in the fight,
And now they even got you thinkin' of leaving the mic. (Shit)
(---Missing Lyrics---)
That's when you see me in the streets screaming,

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Put it down, clean it up,
Keep feedin' us with bull shit. (No money to show but show money)

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Dirty money still payin' the bills,
Dirty money still payin' the bills.
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Check, hey,
I need that show money,
Monopoly pass go money,
Kate's playground.
Two toe money.
I don't say for shit,
I could hardy buy a pasty and say the fuckin' Greatest Hits payed for this.
It didn't get me rich, (That's for sure)
Pointin' at the gutter like, (Mum that's the 'Oars)
I shoulda picked up a sport,
Instead of lookin' all poor.
That's why I'm stuck in this line trying to put in a form.
What a fuckin' joke.
(Hey Trials, why you always rhyme about bein' broke?)
'Cause I'm fucking broke.
One day I'll break the cycle of a hunk of change. (Yes)
And everybody wish for mistletoe above my waist.
Backstage when the (---Missing Lyrics---) get delivered, (I'm watchin' that)
Hit the esky like a fortune cat.
Dip in, dip out, get the best shit out,
Pulp Balmy, liquor, show money, when you see me.

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Put it down, clean it up,
Keep feedin' us with bull shit. (No money to show but show money)

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Dirty money still payin' the bills,
Dirty money still payin' the bills.

Man I'm, broke as fuck,
Need that show money.
That three horse 25 free games (---Missing Lyrics---),
Want the castle with the moat of money,
But when I get it I blow money,
That's why I'm fucking so scummy.
3am dollar pro money,
In for the long haul like three months in a house that grows money.
Yeah, I'm bad with investments.
I still pun on the nags and down cans 'till I'm legless.
Degenerate, If I can then I bet on it.
Over extend my self till my bank account negative.
Live life on the short stack,
And I hope one day I can pay the rent with this 'Oars cash.
But for now the tax payers can support,
My center-link king, with very few things in my homely possession.
Only causes tension, I need to get the fuck off this concession man.

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Put it down, clean it up,
Keep feedin' us with bull shit. (No money to show but show money)

Give it up! (Give it up)
Gimme that! (Gimme that)
Bring it in! (Bring it in)
Where it's at! (Where it's at)
Dirty money still payin' the bills,
Dirty money still payin' the bills.

(Uhh Trials, I know you're ignoring my calls.)
(You still owe me 40 dollars from the Royal show, this is true.)
(Come on man, I need this money.)
(Call me back please... please.)
(Money)