[Verse 1]
Went to many schools, left with no diploma cause I'd rather stay home or roam around
Drink myself into a coma, chug, chug, chug, chug
Every single weekend of every single week, things were looking bleaker
Not even a dime for a greek, so now, I'm selling sneakers
To people with reeking feet but I don't declare defeat
Cause I know it's only a matter of time till you play me on repeat
Why is my resume looking so miserable ? Why do I feel like I might be invisible ?
Yeah, I just started here, but why do you talk to me like I'm retarded ?
Music is my soul, how can you ask me to choose between some shoes and gold ?
You're just the manager, you're not my manager, you're just part of the furniture
[Pre-Chorus]
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go insane, I don't wanna play this game
I don't really wanna see your face, I don't wanna work again
I just wanna make myself a name, I don't wanna be enslaved
I don't wanna work in sales, I don't wanna be on display
I don't wanna work this late, I don't wanna be anywhere near this place
[Post-Chorus]
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
[Verse 2]
Imma make it outta here, Imma make it outta here, just watch me (bing-bong)
I'll be so fucking high up the sky, impossible to catch me
I ain't shinin' no shoes mister, I'm sellin' them
And I know that one of these days, I'm telling them, I'm Céline Dion
So why would I work here for minimum wage ? When I can make ten times that money on stage
Imma draw the biggest crowds, so shut your fucking stupid mouth
[Pre-Chorus]
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go insane, I don't wanna play this game
I don't really wanna see your face, I don't wanna work again
I just wanna make myself a name, I don't wanna be enslaved
I don't wanna work in sales, I don't wanna be on display
I don't wanna work this late, I don't wanna be anywhere near this place
[Post-Chorus]
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
Money looks like I'm runnin' out of money, money
Money was written by Danitsa.
Money was produced by Vie d’Ange & YT Prod.