letra de pyrite - jae the lyoness
[intro]
money with the power and respect
everybody’s working for a check
you can jump ship but it’s still gone sail
cause the mind of a slave holds fear
who gon’ break chains ?
2x [hook]
fools gold run it
all about the money
tryna get a bag
things i never i had
i been on a come up
you can find me
counting up the money (high)
counting up the money(low)
[verse 1]
run it
run it
run it
like a marathon
hit the ground running they never thought it would come to this
flashlight always shining on the path i take
this road was made for me to break the chains the cycle circles
homie this is a hamster race
the wheel turning in my mind i’m plotting and strategizing
living to find peace but living to find freedom
living to get money but dying so we can leave it
wanna be rich, wanna be lit, wanna be sick and tired working and giving corporate
dollars while the, poorest get nada
moment of silence it’s finna get violent, the revolution will televised
if you with me gone and put your hands up high
this the battle grounds
chasing a bag will only result in a toe tag, this is so sad laaaawd
you flexing huh?
you on ig with your pyrite posing with your money phone
you the man now huh?
you got cash now huh?
that’s your rent money? you showing off huh?
you know you look pretty freaking stupid my guy
2x [hook]
fools gold run it
all about the money
tryna get a bag
things i never i had
i been on a come up
you can find me
counting up the money (counting up the money)
counting up the money(counting up the money)
[verse 2]
feet gone move like i’m sensei
never block mine or you’ll end up in a cough- i-n (coffin) where the insides silk where their eyes on tilt
this an iphone filt
only i phone in
where the iphone pic screen saves of a money phone
stupid degenerate wanna flex on the internet
wanna act like he’s innocent wanna act but full of it
till the mask and the bullet tip, hit the frame of liar, wanna be king call him siya
till we expose him and hire, a new fix who just ruthless
with the roof miss wait
i-n-g my e-y-e see fools gold mr. t
my pity is stuck on the e like i’m g-ssed out
i can’t run with lames the culture to shame
i’m picking their brain
i’m making a change
switching the gears
they’re stuck in the rear
materialized
talking of things they got till i blow up the spot
homie till i blow up the spot
when are you going to grow up my guy?
money isn’t everything
that chain came from the corner store like ish boi
that car is rented boi
stop playing out here
2x [hook]
fools gold run it
all about the money
tryna get a bag
things i never i had
i been on a come up
you can find me
counting up the money (counting up the money)
counting up the money(counting up the money)
paper or plastic ?
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