perfect hand crew - money lyrics
[hook]
my money
where is my money
my money x3
where is my money
my money x3
where is my money
dollars pounds euro yen x3
money in my head, money in my hand
dollars pounds euro yen x3
money in the air, money in my hand
[verse 1: tasty took]
dollars pounds euro yen
bars sounds weirdo and
stars on the ground, heroes stand
up for the next round not for gold chain
i ain’t got much dough, like i got close friends
cross my road, no i ain’t g-ssin
just say h-llo, come shake hands
viens prendre l’apéro with the french captain
im from france, i was in uk
gal’s in a trance, anytime i press play
she wanna dance but not with the dj
she’s looking for the money, wanna have fun with tasty
me i ain’t full of papers, im full of ganja
full of thc, not in danger
i dont f-ck molly
don’t cheat on marijuana
don’t sh-t on the mic
u’ll neva see me, on the telly, in a ferrari with some prada or gucci
i don’t wanna make a mainstream tune, i don’t wanna suck carrots like bugz bunny
i’m going my way with my team, still reppin’ the city that we call mtp
the day you’ll see me g-ssin bout my money for nothing like a pr-ck
please g come slap me
i’m not sayin that i wanna live the rest of my life with only spare change in my pocket
i’m just sayin dat make music only to try get rich is a thing that i don’t rate
even more i disrespect
i respect music and protect my cake
don’t f-ck with my money thats a big mistake
don’t mess with my family or my peeps in czech
[hook]
[verse 2: billy]
me i smell the money
it stinks like mitt romney
obama, oussama no difference see who’s the real enemy
if you try to get dough, i’m sorry bro but you won’t get it from me
i’m broke like a hobo, act like a robot, ain’t no big money
run for a dollar
seems like everybody wanna be a baller
sick employer, simple howler, sweet shop owner get silly
money doesn’t make you wily
money doesn’t make you wise
it’s just a simple trap
open your eyes
lies bullsh-t and lies
all build up, bullsh-t and lies
stop it, start feelin’ the vibes
jump in the moshpit, feedin’ the vice
beware of the ambush
the wolf hide behind the bush
push on the b-tton light up the smokey
let it all get blurry like a cloud of kush
no way
you’re gonna pay your debt, you’re a lannister
winter is comin’ yet, i hope you’ll freeze and die hipster
heartless on the beat i kick, call me mighty moe
i’ll be counting my money, eenie meenie miney moe
[hook]
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