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letra de that's my money - triple one

[obi]

straight line my face, line my face
straight line my face, line my face
straight line my face, line my face
straight line my face, line my face
straight line my face, line my face
straight line my face, line my face

[hook: obi/lil dijon]
ohh i get my money, like my paper
you’ll never take my money, like i’ll never take your soul
ohh i get my money, like my paper
never take my money, like i’ll never take your soul
(phantom: that’s my money!)
ohh i get my money, like my paper
you’ll never take my money, like i’ll never take your soul
(phantom: that’s my money!)
ohh i get my money, like my paper
never take my money, like i’ll never take your soul

[verse 1: marty]
would you trade your soul for money?
would you trade your soul for gold?
i would, i would, i would, i would – my soul has just been sold
they sent me through the system, they made me sell my soul
they say i’m another piston running a machine ’til i grow old
they pushed me on the desk since i was five years old
fifteen years p-ssed, my brain’s been raped and i’m still in this hole
you know what takes a toll?
you know what really does?
all the way from scripted drugs to manic depression, shedding blood
i’m a hunter-gatherer bruh, i don’t really need a fast car
i need that cushy p-ssy on tap, that box gap and your inwards arched back
can you do that for me, choking you up really makes me h-rny
i’ll be gina rinehart
you can be the world
i’ll suck you dry up all your pearls
rip off your kicks
i don’t support child labour
release your anger with this lightsaber
scream “f-ck the government” while i hit it from the back
scream “f-ck the world” while i hit it from the back
when i die take my body to the alps in tibet
away from the fumes of the jets
when i die take my body to the bugs and the ants and the birds who’ll sing this chant

[hook]

[verse 2: obi]
greed is to money what money is to greed
give me four thousand beers and a fat sack of weed
i’ll drink and i’ll smoke ’til my life disappears
that’s just an object but it brought you to tears
step to the ledge and let vertigo take
sleep on the floor, let the ground be my wake
suits on the trains with their ties and shoes
scuffed at the knees and a brain made to bruise
you’ll take and you’ll take and you’ll take ’til you lose
life in the grips of my hand with a noose [x3]

[hook]

- triple one

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