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dubleaadank - money cartel (bromardubz remix) lyrics

[verse 1: andawg]
workin’ at ollie’s, ain’t where i thought i’d be
but you know i ain’t far from the amc
but you gotta quit sobbin’ about your job, man
for all i know, you probably got a meal plan
getting by on these low wages, ’cause working at ollie’s is like living in the stone ages
wish i would’ve took the offer at trader joe’s, or worked the kitchen at moe’s
instead i’m sewing the holes shut on all of my clothes
and now i’m putting mothb+lls up all over the store
when i take the night shift, i just sleep on the floor
and they haven’t even raised the wages since ’44, yo

[verse 2: t+rank]
irs don’t know my identification
life i chose got me going across the nation
no taxation without representation
that’s my motto when the cops stop me, pr+nounce my name “dayshin”
i say “yo, that ain’t the right pr+nunciation”
so far in the car that i’m facing starvation
speeding to the mickey d’s for the mighty kids meal
fresh clean icy mean automobile
they call it a fake rollie, i call it my life savings
once we get to la, that’s the safe haven
hopefully by then, the wallet don’t cave in
but for now, we’re still just recording in the bas+m+nt
[verse 3: aidan gallagher]
yo, i’m not your third+person slob
they brought me out here on some tech lights job
got my spotlights, my boom mics, my wires and kn+bs
and you know the lamps stacked like a chicken kebab, yo
i got my air force on
flying through the lanes like i’m air force one
i got the white, i don’t wear lebron’s
take you down on sight, you can ask desean
keep it one zero zero in the six one oh
playing b+ball in the roads like i’m kurtis blow
back in ‘hampton, we was living in the sticks
but i’m still out here repping the new york knicks
i don’t want your philadelphia and their 76
every player on the court straight throwing up bricks
you know we on the block, taking gordy for a walk
grind don’t stop, made a detour to the dog park
playing 2k hours after dark
and when they gonna pay me never made me a ballpark
zach walking ’round like he’s tony stark
if you ask me i’d say he’s missing the mark
i’m working at weis tryna get the cakes iced
reaching for my wallet but i think i forgot it
then on the intercom i hear a voice, “matty b”
i think i dozed off, cleanup on aisle three

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