Money To Blow

(Album: We Should Just Enjoy Ourselves - 2016)

Can you lower your voice, this right here is my shit
I been clocked in all night, getting sick of these shifts
It's so hard to get by, these people walking too slow
This kid just rapped me some lines that I forgot that I wrote
I just been caught up in the danger
No life vest is gonna save me now
Know when to call, it's for a favor
And it's quite alright for you to hate me now
I don't run dry in the basement
And I'm still hungover, so faded
I want some more what you gave me
Guess I'm too involved to even fake it

I got money to blow, got this money to blow
At least that's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want
I got money to blow, yeah
I got money to blow, yeah
I got this money, money to blow

Can you lower your voice
Just this once, let's not talk
Let's get lost in the noise
Let's find peace in our thoughts
Wrote this verse in my head
You can tell it's about you
You went home, went right to bed
Shit, you need to chill baby, not every song's about you
I just been caught up but it's changing
No life vest is gonna save me now
Kinda hope she start to hate me
Said it's quite alright for you to hate me now
Never cared for the ladies
Yeah, one of one ain't gonna phase me
If you want it, you can have it
And the other night, and it's a maybe

I got money to blow, got this money to blow
At least that's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want
I got money to blow, yeah
I got money to blow, yeah
I got this money, money to blow

All about the dollar, where the broccoli?
Talking commas, I'm the kami to the the -kaze
Mom and papi help me get an apartment
They've been saving me again, it's all about me
Alright, yeah you're boy, I know it
Love paper has got me torn
It's oh yeah yeah, what they call it
High as fuck, my convoy gone
We should make a stop real quick
Got some shit to say real quick
I don't wanna change, and my momma I'm the same
But the music, it could pay real shit
They just wanna buy my name
They just wanna ride this dick
They just want the size documented on the line
I'm a twelve inch, fine I'll give me mine

I got money to blow, got this money to blow
At least that's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want to do
That's what I want, that's what I want
I got money to blow, yeah
I got money to blow, yeah
I got this money, money to blow