Lyrics

I got to go, I'm on a run I got a lot of shit I got to get away from I don't think I've seen the sun in 8 months Sitting in the rain, getting day-drunk I ain't play dumb when the doctor said to only take one So I'm becoming better, get a ray gun Wish a motherfucker would say something Don't blame me, daydreamers label ADHD Making money, but I still ain't making more than men who make memes And they lay teens and the women that'll get in bed And get the camera ready, spread they legs and say cheese There's a lot of ways to make a dollar But there's not a lot of ways to break free Every time that I make more money (more money) The IRS will come take that from me Scare money, don't make no money (no money) You know what I'm thinking? (the bank got money) If you hardly getting paid, out of job you fucking hate Tell the boss I quit this shit, let's go rob the fucking bank Let's go rob the fucking bank Let's go rob the fucking bank Yeah I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick Let's go rob the fucking Shh, did you hear that? Crickets It's like when I first did shows Had to open up and they ain't sell no tickets And I only got 5, 10, 15 minutes So I got a lot to say when I drop the 808, pay attention (oh shit) What if I told myself at a younger age I'd be stuck in a cube 300 days to make what? Less than a 100k? (yeah, no shit) You can't tell me what to do or what to say Can't be overused and underpaid, guess I gotta choose another way Every time that I make more money (more money) The IRS will come take that from me Scare money, don't make no money (no money) You know what I'm thinking? (I'll take that money) If you hardly getting paid, out of job you fucking hate Tell the boss I quit this shit, let's go rob the fucking bank Let's go rob the fucking bank Let's go rob the fucking bank Yeah, I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick Let's go rob the fucking bank Scare money, don't make money I'm terrified of a bitch coming through Verified that she very fine and we link up And we sharing wine and I wake up, wonder where am I? Then in 9 months, could've swear it's mine but I'm white She's white and that baby's not, so maybe not Shit, anything goes these days, I think everybody knows Everybody tricking, everybody hoes Everybody sell they body what they sold Everybody trying to make a living work until they die Just the way it go, cause the rent is high and the pay is low Don't wonder why we all broke If you hardly getting paid, out of job you fucking hate Tell the boss I quit this shit, let's go rob the fucking bank Let's go rob the fucking bank Let's go rob the fucking bank Yeah, I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick Let's go rob the fucking bank Yeah, I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick Let's go rob the fucking bank
Writer(s): Calvin Scruby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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