Testo Money Bags - Black Milk
Testo della canzone Money Bags (Black Milk), tratta dall'album No Poison No Paradise
Yeah, money song, nigga
It's all about the money
We talkin' 'bout
All around the world
We all need the money
They all want their money
Yeah, tell me where the money
Yeah, show me where the money
Everybody tryna get a piece
Tryna get the money
Everybody, they want the dough
For them niggas that's blue collar
Minimum wage dollars
Up early and outta that money we need a lotta
Single mother, single father
Whatever, you gotta get the (Dough)
Yeah, at that bus stop waiting
Tryna have bad patience
'Bout to start a job that you already hating
Fuck having a boss
But that's the cost
When tryna get the (Money)
Yeah, you know, hustle on that corner
Hoping you don't get cornered
Keep 'em on the lookout
The cops done already warned ya
Another strike and you's a goner
Whatever, you gotta get the (Money)
Yeah, you know, need them dollars quicker
Feel like I'ma rob a nigga (Rob a nigga)
Gotta get 'em, my pockets need dollars in 'em
Robbery go quicker to get my chips up
I gotta get the (Dough)
Ayy, to them dancers on the pole
That's tryna pay off a loan
Or just wanting some meals
Just wanna buy some new clothes
Whatever it's for, mama we know
You tryna get the (Money)
Ha, yeah, bill collectors calling
With nothing inside your wallet
Told 'em to stop calling
And now you feel like you falling
Upside down and you can't escape 'em
Face 'em, they tryna get they (Money)
Yeah, it's a money song, nigga
It's all about that money
We all need the money
Need that
Yeah, tell me where the money
Yeah, show me where the money
Tryna get the money
Some people think if you ain't got money
Then you ain't got shit
If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
We all 'bout making that profit
Check come in the mail
Check, cash, go cop shit
First of the month, mailbox, you watching
First of the month, champagne bottle popping
Celebrating hood rich, paying your debt over
Hit the mall up if you got something left over
The dough, tryna floss on 'em
Past due bills but acting like a boss on 'em
Shining, you know, diamonds
They don't need to know what it really cost for 'em
Ain't no money out there
So you fake it 'til you make it
Some never make it
They pick up the pistol and take it
What we talkin' 'bout, what?
The money we making?
Tell 'em fuck you pay me
If it ain't money related, yeah, the (Dough)
Yeah, it's a money song, nigga
It's all about the money
We all need the money
Need that
Yeah, tell me where the money
Yeah, show me where the money
Tryna get some money
'Bout that
Give me that money, nigga
Give me that money, nigga
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Writer(s): Curtis Cross, John Russell Mills
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