Lunar C - Thousandaire lyrics
[Lunar C - Thousandaire lyrics]
Bitch you only call when you
Want something from me
Oh so that's how it's gonna be okay
And I just got pulled over by the p'lice
I said don't worry 'bout that smell
Naw that's just my weed okay
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
These labels are paying retards to rhyme
About what car to drive
And screwfacing in videos and
Acting hard online
When your crew looking like you
Wanna start a fight
But in reality the only thing you're rushing
Is some shitty bars you're writing
Chain smoking never spent a day sober
Fuck three bitches with the same boner
I'm tryna impregnate a different
Groupie every day
So that when I die there'll be thousands
Of mini mes to take over
Yeah, yeah the flow's sick no shit
A big old kid that thinks
With his dick yo' chick
Has got a body like Iggy big hips no tit's
But her eyes took control of
Me like a hypnotist
I gotta get it don't ever get knocked back
I'm god's gift I don't care about no
And I do not have a conscience
Phone blowing up but I knock back these shots
If you need white I got contacts like Hopsin
You only call when you want something from me
Oh so that's how it's gonna be okay
And I just got pulled over by the p'lice
I said don't worry 'bout that smell
Naw that's just my weed okay
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
I'm flying the flag the way
You clowns sound British
Tell these fools their time's over
The countdown's finished
If they don't wanna pass the torch I'll
Burn they house down wit' it
I roundhouse kicking shit rappers
Like bow down bitches
Punches swinging at cunts 'til I rub
The skin off my knuckles
I stumble in I'm befuddled and
Flummoxed in a kerfuffle
I've done this for a while
It hasn't made me rich
So's avoiding me now like toilet seats they
Put me down and lick the piss
You're trying to be the latest trend
I'm trying to be the greatest
All you fashion nerds are
Getting me frustrated
Oh you're so cool and abstract I
Don't need to say shit
Hipsters probably heard this fucking track
Before I even made it
Cocksuckers been waste-high since
Waist height i roll on my ones I don't
Waste time with the fake types
Gangs are just groups of people who
Are scared of each other
So they'd rather be on the same side
Want something from me
Oh so that's how it's gonna be okay
And I just got pulled over by the p'lice
I said don't worry 'bout that smell
Naw that's just my weed okay
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
These labels are paying retards to rhyme
About what car to drive
And screwfacing in videos and
Acting hard online
When your crew looking like you
Wanna start a fight
But in reality the only thing you're rushing
Is some shitty bars you're writing
Chain smoking never spent a day sober
Fuck three bitches with the same boner
I'm tryna impregnate a different
Groupie every day
So that when I die there'll be thousands
Of mini mes to take over
Yeah, yeah the flow's sick no shit
A big old kid that thinks
With his dick yo' chick
Has got a body like Iggy big hips no tit's
But her eyes took control of
Me like a hypnotist
I gotta get it don't ever get knocked back
I'm god's gift I don't care about no
And I do not have a conscience
Phone blowing up but I knock back these shots
If you need white I got contacts like Hopsin
You only call when you want something from me
Oh so that's how it's gonna be okay
And I just got pulled over by the p'lice
I said don't worry 'bout that smell
Naw that's just my weed okay
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
I'm a motherfucking thousandaire
Just tryna make a mil then I'm out o' here
I'm flying the flag the way
You clowns sound British
Tell these fools their time's over
The countdown's finished
If they don't wanna pass the torch I'll
Burn they house down wit' it
I roundhouse kicking shit rappers
Like bow down bitches
Punches swinging at cunts 'til I rub
The skin off my knuckles
I stumble in I'm befuddled and
Flummoxed in a kerfuffle
I've done this for a while
It hasn't made me rich
So's avoiding me now like toilet seats they
Put me down and lick the piss
You're trying to be the latest trend
I'm trying to be the greatest
All you fashion nerds are
Getting me frustrated
Oh you're so cool and abstract I
Don't need to say shit
Hipsters probably heard this fucking track
Before I even made it
Cocksuckers been waste-high since
Waist height i roll on my ones I don't
Waste time with the fake types
Gangs are just groups of people who
Are scared of each other
So they'd rather be on the same side