Текст песни Fuck the Money - fARhOt

Fuck the money. Hey
Yeah
You

Yeah yeah, bitch get over here
Fuck y'all doing? Get closer here
What could I do when I'm sober here?
Wait, hold my beer
I hold my liquor and bust my nut
Hop back on that bus, my boy
I ain't even trust my voice
Don't touch my boys, I'll fuck you up
Hear this one more story, boy, I swear that SkiBs is fucking us
Fuck you, son, what'd you do?
Really think it's fucking true?
I'm a Hong Kong, what're y'all saying, man, I don't even know, man, fuck y'all do?
They my fans
They from France
Make y'all dance
Spit like dip at baseball games
See they had plans
They made no sense
I made some cents
I paid my rent
I paid my dues
I lost out when I ate my booth.
Touch a track and I could do no fucking wrong that's fucking wrong
Fuck the money saying Skibs' the fucking game
Fuck the moneyYeah
Give me my page on Wikipedia
Since fifteen, I've been on the media
Made some history
Trying to get dreams
Lived and made a living
Swear my people would pay live this
Swear my people that I'm a mystery
Agatha Christie [?] bagging my fifty [?]
Wen't back in the city its
These asses and titties
You know that that's Skibbies
My god,
The guy,
Your guy,
Weed guy,
We know.
You hear this shit and probably think that I'm the shit
You hear this shit and probably think that I should quit
Boy I swear I fuck you bitch
Where the fuck I get to sit? [?]
I got dreams up in my eyelids, I got problems on my list
I got hoes back on the island, I got problems with my bitch
I mean my queen, oh me, oh my
I need that fucking peace of mind
Abra Kadabra, shit is a game, boy
Catch a Kadabra, pokemon rap
Magic and ashes, they work through my pen
I don't know no one that won't give me head
Need to appreciate beautiful days
And see what I see in a beautiful way
Know you could work, but you're hoping instead
Know you could learn, but you're hoping for bread
Fuck the money