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Bills
(Friday flips) Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn (Goddamn this song) Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man (Let's give it a
shot) I
got bills I
got bills, bills, bills Work, work Bills, bills Goddamn, Goddamn Work, work Bills Oh man. oh man I
got Yeah, yeah Money in the
trunk Pockets so deep I
ain't dug in them for months Nah, Wednesday's still a
hump Hungry as fuck, tummy like a
krump Yeah I
been eating rappers for lunch Still eating rappers for lunch But these lightweights don't seem to get my calories up And I
don't share drinks Yeah boom, no punch I
got bills I
gotta pay So I'm gon' work work work everyday (everyday everday) I
got mouths I
gotta feed So I'm gon' make sure everybody eats I
got bills Look man, I
can school bookworms Every rapper I
welcomed to burns Drop punted, jumped into this foot-first Truth hurts, I'm as Melbourne as hook turns Can't care less what the
government says Demented, push back every time Telstra presses Had a
paid plan, guess I
messed it up Charlie, no XCX It's been three months of phone calls, SMS's Mailbox full, can't they get the
message Yeah no matter how fucking read the
text is I'm still not shook on collection letters Like dear Mr. Police, thanks for the
fine Top of the
garbage, back of the
mind Take me to court, happily oblige See you in six months, actually psych That was my way through a
lot Now they pull me over, I'm paying on the
spot I
give a
fuck what the
neighbourhood wants Want this bass down? Take it up with the
cops What's the
point if we can't get a
life Since when did sick cunts get marginalised? Man is magic, hit targets in life Just a
part of the
price and I
got Bills I
gotta pay So I'm gon' work work work everyday (everyday everyday) I
got mouths I
gotta feed So I'm gon' make sure everybody eats I
got bills Yo, special shoutout to Nic Martin for making this beat something crazy And all you rappers talking like you don't got bills You ain't here to talk shop, get the
hell out Everyone so quick to say sellout With the
back catalogues full of sweet shit And a
whole lotta pimping themselves in the
mailout Still, the
talking harder than club bounces Dummies throw steel bras through the
glass houses Till they tire their Mums out, let your guard down Then we barge round and go Rick James all over your white couch Kill shit, and then we spa from the
past vouchers And I'm hardly for narcissists The
same way these arseholes are hardly for artists Stay out, and we denied, stay out tomatoes It's as if a
decade ain't passed us It's as if my rhymes aren't so fat That you don't hear the
net weight then gasp Mate you asked Gone off-topic, half-cocked it You scissor bitch, I
rock it This isn't for giggles and shits It's honest work, boy gotta pocket Cause I
got bills I
got bills, bills, bills Work, work Bills, bills Goddamn, Goddamn Work, work Bills Oh man, oh man Look I
got bills Mama got bills (Everybody got fucking bills) Your Daddy got bills Your sister got bills (I'm just being honest about it) Your aunty got bills Mama got bills (Friday flips) Everybody got bills (Lunchbox, LunchMoney Lewis, whatever the
cunt's fucking name is) Everybody got bills Everybody got bills (Shit why do I
keep calling him Lunchbox?)
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