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letra de money - wax

[intro]

money
ohh ye x8

[verse 1]

yo man, f-ck
so much stress on my mind it’s hard to stay sober
it increased the load of the weight on my shoulders
i hit the liquor store for another can colder, use my debit card
i hope it ain’t over the limit, cus’ you know what that be
another 25 for the overdraft fee
where does that go exactly, i don’t know exactly, but it isn’t to the lower cl-ss people
looking for a check in stressed out conditions
regretting horrible decisions, like me
who just got a dui, and i can’t afford it the fees are too high
and there’s no one on the plane but i, but i can’t provide water for my wells run dry
and i got ripped of last year, i ain’t money trees
looking a merry day, it’s still just f-cking leafs
a couple d’s to spare change the sum
who are those people, what are they named and (num?)
first, i’m so stressed i’m cutting the (worbs?)
i laugh at the situation cus’ it’s f-cking absurd (waaahh)
check my swag as i rip it, i pull out my hair but i can’t quite rip it
and i can’t afford a d-mn plane ticket, for a plane ride, if i could i’d go to maine and hide

[hook]

i really need some
money
somebody send me some
money
more money, more problems, man that isn’t clear, money makes most of my problems disappear
d-mn i need
money
i’m at the jam, i need
money
yo, my life’s constantly armed and legged, i ain’t to proud to beg give me
money

[verse 2]

eyo, desperate’s how i’m living today
f-cked up thing i only want money just to give it away
my paycheck goes straight to pay debt
and when it’s all gone i realize i ain’t (eight??) yet
and it’s starting to get, til’ the point where i sacrifice art for a check
for real, i give a f-ck how any fan feel
record labels holler at me, i’ll sign any d-mn deal
i won’t even read it first
but i might try to eat it first
as long as it has an advance
you think i can’t make up some dumb-ss dance
the stanky leg, ye i guess it had charm
but wait till they get a load of the well-scented-arm
i change up my image in the (minute main??)
shoot myself in the leg, say that i was in a gang
i start rhyming soft and wack, anything to get verizon on my back
would you like some fries and toast with that
i’m exhausted my mind is lost and flat

[hook]

- wax

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