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letra de money song - polyana (usa)

[intro]
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
okay, this is a mic check
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
okay, there we go, that’s good
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[verse 1]
you think i’m pressed? i don’t give a sh-t
dm me ’bout payment, but my pockets’ full of lent
you think i’m made of cash? i’m only made of b-tch
i bet you, in a year or so, you’re asking for forgiveness
’cause i only know these leeches on my chest
they want attention all the time, they want affection on the dime
and if i don’t answer your texts in 30 seconds that’s a crime
well, i’m a busy bunny, taking all my time
i’m cooking up these beats and shooting through the sky
and if you want to go and whine, then you should take that to a mic
’cause i’ll never answer anything, unless you work in rhymes
and if i pass you not a glance, then i’d say that’s a tell-tale sign
that you’re not getting near my beanie, nor my cash, you best survive
’cause i’m a goddess, r.i.p. to the artist
haven’t made a durham or a subaru, i’m super honest
you don’t have a trademark or a logo, instant losing contest
forget you in a jiffy, running supersonic, b-tch, you ain’t never getting sh-t!
[spoken]
yeah, i don’t know, oh god, oh god, oh god, you want that?
you want that? huh? huh?
you want my f-cking money? you want my f-cking money?!
you ain’t getting any sh-t from me bro, you’re not getting f-cking sh-t from me
f-ck you, [?] bother me!

[chorus]
“if you want my cash, then you gon’ have to kiss my ass
because i sold that sh-t to government and daniel ek”
yeah, i took my soul and then replaced it with a track
what you gave to me, a b-tch ain’t never getting back
yeah, i’m better than i ever was, don’t hit me with a “what’s up?”
when you know that you just f-cked up, you’re never getting love
’cause you act like i ain’t changed and i gon’ keep on running back
when i am high above the ground, you best pick up your f-ckin’ slack

[verse 2]
you ain’t getting sh-t from me, boy, f-ck a handout
you better stand out, and mean that sh-t that you laugh about
the clique that you hang around ain’t sh-t next to momma’s house
so what’s the drama ’bout? i’ll but the blamma in your f-cking mouth!
’cause you seem to love biting hands that feed you
don’t play about my pride, ’cause your bravado’s see-through
so should i remind you, i put you on the scene
it’s good to show your t–th, so stop the sneak-dissing
this distance means nothing, i can fly to your vicinity
to whoop your ass and chill, getting silly with your family
i break in like virginity, i take sh-t for the h-ll of it
i f-ck sh-t up, no celibate, i celebrate the victory
with two joints, hanging out in my balcony
i’ve been told that you really are not sh-t to me
don’t make me take your f-cking green, and leave you bleeding red
till i see white flags, making you look french out in italy, b-tch!
[chorus]
“if you want my cash, then you gon’ have to kiss my ass
because i sold that sh-t to government and daniel ek”
yeah, i took my soul and then replaced it with a track
what you gave to me, a b-tch ain’t never getting back
yeah, i’m better than i ever was, don’t hit me with a “what’s up?”
when you know that you just f-cked up, you’re never getting love
’cause you act like i ain’t changed and i gon’ keep on running back
when i am high above the ground, you best pick up your f-ckin’ slack

[outro]
i know you got me by the string
i ain’t giving you a d-mn thing

- polyana usa

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