Testo Money - Chris Webby
Testo della canzone Money (Chris Webby), tratta dall'album Chemically Imbalanced (Special Edition)
Yeah, can I get a pack of Marlboro 27's please?
Yeah, thank you, thank you
What? My card was declined?
Well fuck, man, how much are they?
9 Dollars? God damnit
Man, I got 6, I got 6, can we... no?
Man, fuck!
If you don't know then somebody should've told ya
But uh, ain't shit for free
Like mama always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick of tryna make ends meet
So I'm just tryna get the money, money, money, money
I like how that sounds
I'm just tryna get the money, money, money, money
They say it makes the world go round
Yeah, Webby
Watched my peers getting richer as they sold their soul
Like Fox Selling Out, I'd rather be dope and broke
But as I got a little older, this roller coaster of life
Got me feeling like I closed one door
Another opens up with a new expense to pay
Car insurance, health insurance, with that dental date
Keep asking, "Why you living with your rentals, eh?"
You get it now? I don't got no fucking rent to pay
I made it big in the game, but I sure ain't rich
How I envisioned being famous just sure ain't this
If I only had a nickel for every word I spit
But I don't, so now it's time I go and stir up shit
Cause I'm just tryna get that money and I don't care how
So fucking bad, I'm bout to pull that BB gun back out
Run up in the liquor store like, "Bitch get on that ground
Give me the cash, and some whiskey, and a dutch right now!"
What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
I'ma get that money now by any means necessary
Repeat, what I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
I'ma get that money now by any means necessary
If you don't know then somebody should've told ya
But uh, ain't shit for free
Like mama always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick of tryna make ends meet
So I'm just tryna get the money, money, money, money
I like how that sounds
I'm just tryna get the money, money, money, money
They say it makes the world go round
In this biz, the money comes in and then it goes
As quick as it came from shooting these videos
The beats and the time spent in the studio
And then it runs out, well, time to do some shows
And you've got all the expenses of on the road
Salaries for the team and the vehicle
Gas, food, hotel rooms, that's a lot of dough
Why you complaining, ain't this what you've always wanted, yo?
I guess so, I just need a bigger check, sir
Maybe have a couple diamonds hanging from my neck, sir
An envelope full of cash in my dresser
That's higher than my current overall net worth
Well Mac Miller's got money, yeah you're probably right
I got an idea, let's just go and rob him tonight
Like Mac, we haven't spoken since I needed dollar for life
I still do, so run those motherfucking pockets, alright?
Just kidding, what I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
I'ma get that money now by any means necessary
Repeat, what I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
I'ma get that money now by any means necessary
If you don't know then somebody should've told ya
But uh, ain't shit for free
Like mama always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick of tryna make ends meet
So I'm just tryna get the money, money, money, money
I like how that sounds
I'm just tryna get the money, money, money, money
They say it makes the world go round
I need that fucking money
Cashola, mula, skrilla, paper, guap
Whatever the fuck you call it, I need it, I fucking need it
No fucking checks, no money orders
Money, you fucking heard me
Celebritynetworth.com says I'm worth a million dollars
But I'll tell you something, I don't got no fucking
Million dollars in my bank account right now
But I will soon, and if I do
I might just come take it from you motherfuckers
Bitch, right, something like that
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Writer(s): Christian Webster, Craig Lanciani
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