GET YOUR MONEY

How about that, how about that
You thought you were a violin
Plucked your strings, one by one
Now you are a useless thing

Everyone knows you stole all my shit and left me out to die
Not a damn lie ‘bout how you gave me almost everything
Oh just get your money straight with me, hey!

All along, down the road
You thought you made a fool of me
Been aware of your knick knacks
My fault for not doin a thing

War and Peace chapter sixteen
Tolstoy fucked your father
Rolling all around inside his gravestone, you wish you were a player
Just get your ass on out of here, hey!

Everyone knows you stole all my shit and left me out to die
Not a damn lie ‘bout how you gave me almost everything
Oh get your money straight with me, hey!
Hey, hey
Just get your money straight with me

Everyone knows you stole all my shit and left me out to die
Not a damn lie ‘bout how you gave me almost everything
Ohh just get your money straight with me, hey!