Fuck Money

What's up?
You mother fucking bitches and gentlemen
Hello, hi
If there's one thing I fucking hate
It's everything that you're fucking listening to
Right fucking now
So, fuck everything that you think
Cause, this is fucking Connecticut
To New York
To Los Angeles
To Miami
To Germany
To fucking Canada
To your grandmother's house
And, straight up her mother fucking dirty old GILF cunt
And, Rhode Island
And, if there's anything that I want to say
It's one thing (one thing, just one)
That is fuck money
Just one, just one
And, everything you stand for
And, your asshole

Fuck money, it's funny you dummy
The bunny is sunny in K Town, clumsy
Now, you want to try to outrun me?
I'm makin' the green
A team of extreme schemes, a machine
A hologram of my own so vivid dreams (nightmare)
Something I couldn't hold, it's a story untold (yeah)
This story is old (yeah), and your lies are so cold (yeah)
It's obvious you're robbin' us, we know there is no stoppin' us
We know there is no droppin' us, now all these cats are coppin' us
They want to be me, be he, be she, be free
And, see the richer side of life of glee, please
Stop all of your dreamin' and get back down on your knees (now)
The capitalist scum of the earth has what you won't seize (yeah)
No TNA, marijuana
Alcohol from limelight corrupts the daughters of major offices in major office headquarters
Tell the reporters that they're askin' the wrong men
The higher ups corrupt, abduct
And, then repeat it again

I got money, man (yeah)
And, I got plenty of it (yeah)
But, I don't need it, man (yeah)
So, if you show it you can shove it (yeah)
Fuck money
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I got money, man (yeah)
And, I got plenty of it (yeah)
But, I don't need it, man (yeah)
So, if you show it you can shove it (yeah)
Fuck money
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Pockets are empty, my tank is on E (I'm poor)
But, I got these cats comin' up and takin' from me
I don't got no rims but give me a rim job, you slob
Like bobbing for apples, you just head nod
Lights on the Escalade
I got money, got it made (I do)
Put effects up on my voice
Then, I gone and got paid (money)
What the fuck is with this business and all of the people in this?
They're passin' Absolut
I'm still sippin' on the Guinness
They're buying top name name brands, dough in that hand
It's hard to make money like another white rap man, damn (damn)
Maybe if I sounded horrible enough
That they had to enhance my voice
I could be buying this stuff (probably)
I could skip to the head of the line
Go out and find dine
Sip on fine wine
I just got to get mine
But, for now
I just say "Fuck money" with Ether
I don't need money to live
And, I don't need you either

I got money, man (yeah)
And, I got plenty of it (yeah)
But, I don't need it, man (yeah)
So, if you show it you can shove it (yeah)
Fuck money
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I got money, man (yeah)
And, I got plenty of it (yeah)
But, I don't need it, man (yeah)
So, if you show it you can shove it (yeah)
Fuck money
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