Andi - Money lyrics
[Andi - Money lyrics]
Got a jet black soul with a jet black card
Say you love the planet 'cause
You drive a Tesla
Oh you, don't have a clue
Your friends talk trash the second
You turn your back
Word on the street is that
You bought a fake bag
Boohoo, I feel so bad for you
Wrong, it feels so fucking wrong
Caring about materials
I've fallen victim now, I'm ill
You're so mean until you see all the green
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
You're so fake just like that
Belt on your waist
The least that you could do is
Have a little bit of taste
What a shame that money goes to waste
Money, money, money, money
Wanna be a star, find someone to pay
Two write your songs and give you your name
So cruel, what money can do
Wrong, but it's not your fault
That you were born into this world
Ran by a little rectangular papers
You're so mean until you see all the green
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
You're so fake just like that
Belt on your waist
The least that you could do is
Have a little bit of taste
What a shame that money goes to waste
Money, money, money, money
The irony the people sleeping on
The streets of Beverly
In Hollywood
The slimy eat and keep
Secrets in their bellies
Drive around your new Audi so
The less fortunate can see
Everybody wants a piece of me but
They can keep their money
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
You're so fake just like that
Belt on your waist
The least that you could do is
Have a little bit of taste
What a shame that money goes to waste
Money, money, money, money
Say you love the planet 'cause
You drive a Tesla
Oh you, don't have a clue
Your friends talk trash the second
You turn your back
Word on the street is that
You bought a fake bag
Boohoo, I feel so bad for you
Wrong, it feels so fucking wrong
Caring about materials
I've fallen victim now, I'm ill
You're so mean until you see all the green
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
You're so fake just like that
Belt on your waist
The least that you could do is
Have a little bit of taste
What a shame that money goes to waste
Money, money, money, money
Wanna be a star, find someone to pay
Two write your songs and give you your name
So cruel, what money can do
Wrong, but it's not your fault
That you were born into this world
Ran by a little rectangular papers
You're so mean until you see all the green
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
You're so fake just like that
Belt on your waist
The least that you could do is
Have a little bit of taste
What a shame that money goes to waste
Money, money, money, money
The irony the people sleeping on
The streets of Beverly
In Hollywood
The slimy eat and keep
Secrets in their bellies
Drive around your new Audi so
The less fortunate can see
Everybody wants a piece of me but
They can keep their money
Daddy's little girl until he
Takes away your money
You're so fake just like that
Belt on your waist
The least that you could do is
Have a little bit of taste
What a shame that money goes to waste
Money, money, money, money