Money by Muze Sikk Lyrics
I don’t want the love I want the money
I don’t give a fuck unless it’s money
Everything I do I do for money
When I go to sleep at night I dream of money
Cuz that is all I want
And ain’t shit funny
Duffles filled with duckets
I’m so uncheap
I Gotta lotta bread
And Ain’t that crumby?
I need enough to buy the fucking country
And when I die I won’t die broke
And when I fly I fly solo
I’m bout to cash in offa this hope
And when nobody saw the vision
MF I was right here
Dying just to blow
You can Blame my ambition
Still coming with it
They talk about
I juggle with it
I butt the wall
Then bazooka that shit
Ate the world
Then pooped a new swag
April showers and shattered jowls
You’ll be knocked out before your ringed in
Muze to the Sikk; he sings crisp
Used to get head by the swing set
Still coming with it
Any MF thinking I ain't got it
Gotta get it
Gotta grow
Gotta empathize
Read my lips
Come Suck my enigma
Laterals swatted and the fumble was trouble
But I put Sikks up
Shoot strict shots
Shit creek flooded
How daring
How dumb
Actually come bright right on her tongue
Slack so elite
You a cheat
You a bum
Produce a mix
A master blaster
Passing passive assholes
You can only pretend
You ain’t solid
You a snake
You ain’t honest
You fake and I’m flawless
I’m practically a god; is
This what it feels to be modest?
This be the spiel that I promised
Ticks on the heel of Adonis
I’m sexy
Your bestie is restless
She want a impressive specimen
Not a lesser man
I come with direction and best all your estimates
Embezzle you desolate pessimists
I treasure the ethics you wrestle with
I decimate devilish testaments
I actually revel in excellence
I don’t give a fuck unless it’s money
Everything I do I do for money
When I go to sleep at night I dream of money
Cuz that is all I want
And ain’t shit funny
Duffles filled with duckets
I’m so uncheap
I Gotta lotta bread
And Ain’t that crumby?
I need enough to buy the fucking country
And when I die I won’t die broke
And when I fly I fly solo
I’m bout to cash in offa this hope
And when nobody saw the vision
MF I was right here
Dying just to blow
You can Blame my ambition
Still coming with it
They talk about
I juggle with it
I butt the wall
Then bazooka that shit
Ate the world
Then pooped a new swag
April showers and shattered jowls
You’ll be knocked out before your ringed in
Muze to the Sikk; he sings crisp
Used to get head by the swing set
Still coming with it
Any MF thinking I ain't got it
Gotta get it
Gotta grow
Gotta empathize
Read my lips
Come Suck my enigma
Laterals swatted and the fumble was trouble
But I put Sikks up
Shoot strict shots
Shit creek flooded
How daring
How dumb
Actually come bright right on her tongue
Slack so elite
You a cheat
You a bum
Produce a mix
A master blaster
Passing passive assholes
You can only pretend
You ain’t solid
You a snake
You ain’t honest
You fake and I’m flawless
I’m practically a god; is
This what it feels to be modest?
This be the spiel that I promised
Ticks on the heel of Adonis
I’m sexy
Your bestie is restless
She want a impressive specimen
Not a lesser man
I come with direction and best all your estimates
Embezzle you desolate pessimists
I treasure the ethics you wrestle with
I decimate devilish testaments
I actually revel in excellence