Where's Your M​.​O​.​N​.​E​.​Y​.​?

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(Johnny Magma)
I gotta know
Where’s your money, give me money
If you ain’t go no money, you can’t do nothin’ for me
I’m talkin’ bout

(Andre Arson)
All my life I’ve been broke, with no way to fix it
Wishin that I would have been born a rich kid
They’re like gods on Earth, everyone’s under them
And for all I’m worth, I wanna be one of them
Check it, I could go anywhere, run amok, and be wild
Cause Daddy’s bank account is always on speed dial
Meanwhile, complaints of being lazy or irresponsible
Are no obstacle, cause homelessness is impossible
And it’s getting on my nerves, cause all I’ve ever heard
Is “Whatever you get is exactly what you deserve”
And by the proof I’m seein’, then the answer’s yes
That they’re worth more, and I’m worth less

(Blak Neon)
M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do
M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do

Where’s your money, give me money
If you ain’t got no money, you can’t do nothin’ for me
I’m talkin’ bout

(Blak Neon)
When his plan of bein’ a singer fails
He gets stuck in a fuckin’ apartment just barely makin a little scratch like fingernails
But he wants to feel a pale imitation of if his dream prevailed
Bets it all on a credit card that he bought, sink or sail
Is none of his concern, burns it on a vacation to the Caymans
Layin in first class that ass was havin’ a celebration
It goes down like somethin’ out a movie: floozies, Jacuzzis
Fast cars with two seats, steak tender and juicy
So them debtors better hurry fast,
And whoever’s trynna find him should bring a coffin with their surly ass
Cause you’ll find him on Brac rockin’ luxurious seams
Two slit wrists slipping out of his American dream

M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do
M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do

Where’s your money, give me money
If you ain’t got no money, you can’t do nothin’ for me
I’m talkin’ bout

Where’s your money, give me money
They wanted to find him, but he was way out of reach
I’m talkin’ bout somewhere sunny, not lookin’ bummy
But when they arrived, they found him dead on the beach

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from Style Clashes, released January 1, 2017

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