M.O.N.E.Y.

Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown

Has he got enough money to spend?

Leave? No, he's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

It's going off 'cause they're not gonna let him in

Two and a half, the boy is rushing out his skin

He's got his charm with the girls that are smoking

He takes her arm, jumps the bar and now he's in

Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown

Has he got enough money to spend?

Leave? No, he's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go

Has he got enough money to spend?

A broken half a glass has opened up his chin

He thinks he's hard, a powdered mouth that tastes of gin

He's just been barred for that blues he was smoking

And then he barks, "It's my car I'm sleeping in"

Tabs with unlimited O's

New clothes, bloody nose

Powders and walking back home

Has he got enough weed? No

Broken phone, retching on the floor alone

And I can't believe that we're talking 'bout him

"I'm searching you, mate, your jaw's all over the place"

Can't talk, quick slap in the face

Yes, I threw a nut, but your friend's a case

Why you singling him out, is it because of his race?

"Look, the dog won't bark if you don't lark about"

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