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LIL DARKIE - MONEY POWER FAME (PROD. WENDIGO) (MUSIC VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Darkie
Lil Darkie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Hamilton
Joshua Hamilton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wendigo
Wendigo
Producer

Songtexte

We're all adrenaline cattle for the global elite Yeah Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Responsibility to work for the army Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), yeah (money), yeah (money), yeah (money) Yeah (money), power (money), power (money), power (money) Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker Slave to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh Money (yeah, huh), money (yeah, huh), money (yeah, huh), money (yeah, huh) Money (yeah, power), money (yeah, power), money (yeah, power), money (yeah, power) Sell your soul, give them everything you own (everything you own) Keep your eyes on your TV and your phone (and your phone) Poison in the water, everybody knows (everybody knows) Go to work and sell your motherfuckin' soul (fuck your soul) No more ice when the temperature turn the fuck up (turn the fuck up) Everyone lies, everybody tryna turn the fuck up Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker Slave to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker Slave to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh Yeah, yeah, yeah, money (yeah), money (yeah) Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah) Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (power) Money (power), money (power), money (power), money (power) Money (power) Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, uh You all want the same thing, let my nuts hangs, dangle and swang (yean) Pinky ring size of a plane, uh Spider Gang, Lil Darkie on that shit that make yo' mama faint, uh In the whip (skrrt), fuckin' up the paint, uh Fake people actin' real, but I know that you ain't, uh I know that you fake, uh, I can see the signs (yeah) Sell your souls and both your eyes so that you go blind Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power F-Fuck you Buy Reguel flowers and buy visual guns The army The army, the army, the army, the army
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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