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money - dieabolik the monster lyrics

[intro: dieabolik]
yeah, the resolution
yeah, yeah, yeah
dieabolik’s comin’ back, b*tch

[chorus]
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
gotta get that money, money
gotta get that money, money, money, money
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
gotta get that money, money
gotta gеt that money, money, money, monеy

[verse 1: dieabolik]
i’ve f*ckin’, patiently waitin’, feels like i’ve been out cold
my spit is freezer burnt, b*tch, i’m cold as the south pole
but i still got the nerve to say i’m the best in this city
when it comes down to grindin’ ain’t n0body f*ckin’ with me
i’m a certified k!ller, i got the plaques to prove it
in the whole clique of k!llers that i always back the movement
i’ve been steadily, readily holdin’ a gun down to do this
i’ve been an ass since day one but i gotta put in my two cents
i’m wicked as f*ck, throwin’ chairs at your shows
got you in the crosshairs and my vision ain’t slow
i guess i gotta be the bad guy ’cause everybody’s hatin’
i’m gettin’ more fans every show, that’s a winning situation
i mean, if you want that techno, you at the wrong place
i know you upset, i can see that long face
we in this race together, so quit hatin’ and get yours
there’s plenty to go around and i’m strugglin’ to get more
[chorus]
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
gotta get that money, money
gotta get that money, money, money, money
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
gotta get that money, money
gotta get that money, money, money, money

[verse 2: dieabolik]
chasin’ the paper always turns into a horror story
stuck in purgatory, livin’ life like it’s a morbid story
i know it’s gettin’ harder to ignore the gory for me
basic rap is borin’ but you can’t ignore the fury foreman
everybody like “nate krekeler thinks he can rap
that’s hilarious, man, he thinks that he’s black
he thinks he has swag, he thinks that he’s bad
he thinks he’s blowin’ up but i think he’s trash”
motherf*ckers, y’all is funny like redd foxx
i’m posted up, gettin’ dollars like a f*ckin’ redbox
plus i’m tied up and twisted in t*pain’s dreadlocks
spit that rapid flame, i’m a sniper gettin’ headshots
you a dummy if you think you get attention from me
i’m about to blow up like you can see that missile coming
i’m in this race by myself, quit hatin’ and get yours
there’s plenty to go around and i’m strugglin’ to get more
[chorus]
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
gotta get that money, money
gotta get that money, money, money, money
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
money (money, money, money)
gotta get that money, money
gotta get that money, money, money, money

- dieabolik the monster lyrics

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