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MunnyKatchin
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MunnyKatchin was released on July 10, 2026 by Z4Y4!! as a part of the album VAMPLANTA
July 10, 2026
LabelZ4Y4!!
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Money coming up,
And I'm all by myself.
They saying they won't switch up on me.
But they've been did,
Oh well.
They ain't showing love,
Unless they benefiting from itself.
Like I said,
All they ever really wanted was some wealth.
I keep my circle small,
I keep my head down,
Keep it to myself.
Could never worry about the things,
That do not matter to my health.
Don't need materalistic help.
I'd rather die 'fore I get help.
"Father, hi, I'm wishing well."
Look to the skies,
'Fore I speak out myself.
'Cause I need nothing else.
Nobody but myself.
Money coming up,
And I'm all by myself.
They saying they won't switch up on me.
But they've been did,
Oh well.
They ain't showing love,
Unless they benefiting from itself.
Like I said,
All they ever really wanted was some wealth.
I keep my circle small,
I keep my head down,
Keep it to myself.
Could never worry about the things,
That do not matter to my health.
Don't need materalistic help.
I'd rather die 'fore I get help.
Father, high, I'm wishing well.
Look to the skies,
'Fore I speak out myself.
'Cause I need nothing else.
Nobody but myself.
They do you wrong,
Then say,
"You really just unwell."
Then they beg you for your help.
Then they throw you in the cell.
Anything,
Just not to tell.
They got problems with themselves.
Back you into a shell.
All my life been in that shell.
But I ain't really been feeling to care.
Like a bad bitch,
Fix my hair.
Look at my fit bitch,
I'm high in the air.
Feeling way too fly,
Can't box me in.
So much money,
It sploog like friends.
I ball so much I feel like Ken,
I ball so much I feel like twin.
G-shock on my wrist like I'm Ben.
I got racks in my pocket,
Not lint.
Santan.
Like I'm Jeremy Lin.
'Cause girly I'm having that girl like a zen.
Took our swag,
You best represent.
For the racks,
They cut off your limbs.
Balenci strikers,
Don't fuck with no timbs.
'Cause I get the beat in the beat petty pembwe.
Hear it back,
And start reminicing.
Slicing the pot like I'm CoryxKenshin.
Be treating the booth like a kitchen.
I can't slow down,
Run it back if you missed it.
I need the commas,
Like a long ass sentence.
When it come to the money I get it.
Money coming up,
And I'm all by myself.
They saying they won't switch up on me.
But they've been did,
Oh well.
They ain't showing love,
Unless they benefiting from itself.
Like I said,
All they ever really wanted was some wealth.
I keep my circle small,
I keep my head down,
Keep it to myself.
Could never worry about the things,
That do not matter to my health.
Don't need materalistic help.
I'd rather die 'fore I get help.
Father, high, I'm wishing well.
Look to the skies,
'Fore I speak out myself.
'Cause I need nothing else.
Nobody but myself.
Written by: Isaiah Jordan
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