Lil darkie - MONEY POWER FAME lyrics
lil darkie [Joshua Jagan Hamilton]
[Lil darkie - MONEY POWER FAME lyrics]
We're all adrenaline cattle for the global elite
Yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Responsibility to work for the army
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Money)
Yeah (Money), yeah (Money)
Yeah (Money) power (Money)
Power (Money) power (Money)
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, power)
Money (Yeah, power)
Money (Yeah, power)
Money (Yeah, power)
Sell your soul, give them everything you own
Keep your eyes on your TV and your phone
Poison in the water, everybody knows
Go to work and sell your motherfuckin' soul
No more ice when the temperature turn the fuck up
Everyone lies, everybody tryna turn the fuck up
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Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker
Ugh
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Power)
Money (Power) money (Power)
Money (Power) money (Power)
Money (Power)
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, uh
You all want the same thing
Let my nuts hangs, dangle and swang, yea
Pinky ring size of a plane, uh
Spider Gang, Lil Darkie on that shit
That make yo' mama faint
Uh
In the whip, skrrt, fuckin' up the paint, uh
Fake people actin' real, but I know that you ain't, uh
I know that you fake, uh, I can see the signs, yea
Sell your souls and both your eyes so that you go blind
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Fuck you
She might get you flowers
And buy visual guns
The army
The army, the army
The army, the army
Yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Responsibility to work for the army
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah) yeah (Money)
Yeah (Money), yeah (Money)
Yeah (Money) power (Money)
Power (Money) power (Money)
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, power)
Money (Yeah, power)
Money (Yeah, power)
Money (Yeah, power)
Sell your soul, give them everything you own
Keep your eyes on your TV and your phone
Poison in the water, everybody knows
Go to work and sell your motherfuckin' soul
No more ice when the temperature turn the fuck up
Everyone lies, everybody tryna turn the fuck up
You might also like
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker
Ugh
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah) money (Power)
Money (Power) money (Power)
Money (Power) money (Power)
Money (Power)
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, uh
You all want the same thing
Let my nuts hangs, dangle and swang, yea
Pinky ring size of a plane, uh
Spider Gang, Lil Darkie on that shit
That make yo' mama faint
Uh
In the whip, skrrt, fuckin' up the paint, uh
Fake people actin' real, but I know that you ain't, uh
I know that you fake, uh, I can see the signs, yea
Sell your souls and both your eyes so that you go blind
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money
Power, fame, money, power
Fuck you
She might get you flowers
And buy visual guns
The army
The army, the army
The army, the army