money song

[Intro]
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Okay, this is a mic check
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Okay, there we go, that's good
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[Verse 1]
You think I'm pressed? I don't give a shit
DM me 'bout payment, but my pockets' full of lent
You think I'm made of cash? I’m only made of bitch
I bet you, in a year or so, you're asking for forgiveness
'Cause I only know these leeches on my chest
They want attention all the time, they want affection on the dime
And if I don't answer your texts in 30 seconds that's a crime
Well, I'm a busy bunny, taking all my time
I'm cooking up these beats and shooting through the sky
And if you want to go and whine, then you should take that to a mic
'Cause I'll never answer anything, unless you work in rhymes
And if I pass you not a glance, then I'd say that's a tell-tale sign
That you're not getting near my beanie, nor my cash, you best survive
'Cause I'm a goddess, R.I.P. to the artist
Haven't made a Durham or a Subaru, I'm super honest
You don't have a trademark or a logo, instant losing contest
Forget you in a jiffy, running supersonic, bitch, you ain't never getting shit!

[Spoken]
Yeah, I don't know, oh god, oh god, oh god, you want that?
You want that? Huh? Huh?
You want my fucking money? You want my fucking money?!
You ain't getting any shit from me bro, you're not getting fucking shit from me
Fuck you, [?] bother me!

[Chorus]
"If you want my cash, then you gon' have to kiss my ass
Because I sold that shit to government and Daniel Ek"
Yeah, I took my soul and then replaced it with a track
What you gave to me, a bitch ain't never getting back
Yeah, I'm better than I ever was, don't hit me with a "what's up?"
When you know that you just fucked up, you're never getting love
'Cause you act like I ain't changed and I gon' keep on running back
When I am high above the ground, you best pick up your fuckin' slack

[Verse 2]
You ain't getting shit from me, boy, fuck a handout
You better stand out, and mean that shit that you laugh about
The clique that you hang around ain't shit next to Momma's House
So what's the drama 'bout? I'll but the blamma in your fucking mouth!
'Cause you seem to love biting hands that feed you
Don't play about my pride, 'cause your bravado's see-through
So should I remind you, I put you on the scene
It's good to show your teeth, so stop the sneak-dissing
This distance means nothing, I can fly to your vicinity
To whoop your ass and chill, getting silly with your family
I break in like virginity, I take shit for the hell of it
I fuck shit up, no celibate, I celebrate the victory
With two joints, hanging out in my balcony
I've been told that you really are not shit to me
Don't make me take your fucking green, and leave you bleeding red
Till i see white flags, making you look french out in Italy, bitch!

[Chorus]
"If you want my cash, then you gon' have to kiss my ass
Because I sold that shit to government and Daniel Ek"
Yeah, I took my soul and then replaced it with a track
What you gave to me, a bitch ain't never getting back
Yeah, I'm better than I ever was, don't hit me with a "what's up?"
When you know that you just fucked up, you're never getting love
'Cause you act like I ain't changed and I gon' keep on running back
When I am high above the ground, you best pick up your fuckin' slack

[Outro]
I know you got me by the string
I ain't giving you a damn thing