Marilyn Minroe

Cash shit more money more money I need me a cat yuhh uhh more money more money I

need me a k yuhh uhh more money more money I need me a bag uhh huh more money more money I need me a yacht uhh huh

More money more money i need all my money like i do my hoes
Marilyn Monroe
If you ain't the bro's get the fuck out the door

I need me a stove
I stay in the kitchen
People be thinking i'm selling this dough
I'm not a i'm not a human

I feel like an alien
The way that they hate
The way that I hide it away
It keeps me awake

I'm losing my brain
The way that they change
It keeps me in pain
All of these bitches up

I bout had enough
I skrt in a coup
Who you think you was
Talk about my name

I load up some choppas and let that shit spray
Get out of my way
The way that I think
My mind has decayed

You're not on my level
Don't think we're the same
Pop you a Taps
This shit is incredible

I am despicable
I cannot kill me
So what makes you think that you finna kill me
Hop in my spaceship

We traveling different dimensions
All of them niggas who say they your friends
They all soon gon' change
All of you lame

I was in the back of the classroom
Plotting bout my revenge
All of these diamonds that glist on my neck
Remind me I'm blessed

So this is the end
Bitch to my left
She ask for smoke
I'm nodding my head like yeah

Bitch get the fuck out my face
I don't got no time for distractions
Hop in a Rari
I'm losing my traction

praying to Jesus that he take the wheel
Cause it's been a hell of a year
Seems like I'm losing myself in these vices
I will not recite this

I need a
I need to get out of my head
Instead of dreaming I'm dead
I grew up so quick

I matured off of pain
I'm rich off of pain
It's funny to me
How they say that I change

When I remain the same
I feel like I'm Tony Montana
The world's in my hands
Fuck the world

I'ma drop it and run up my bands
We Smoking the blunts
Like Tony Montana
He sniffing that yeah yayo

That's crazy blunts
I gotta
Give me a knife when I sleep at night
I can't even trust my own shadows

I feel like something is after me
God came down and talked to me
He said it was blasphemy
Everything gone be just fine

Just get to the back
Get to the top
reach for the stars and never look back
More money, more money, more money

I'm getting my money
I'm making these niggas look funny
These bitches they staring
Cause they know I'm stunning

I'm tying my Nikes to go to the bank
When I walk in the building
Ain't no need to ask for my name
Play with my emotions

I'll shoot at your brain
This is a atrocious
It'sjust like a game
I shoot from a range

All of these demons that haunt you
They all in my face
So what is the worth
If all of this fortune and fame

Gon' bring out the thoughts of revenge
More money, more money, more money, more money
I need me a stack
Yeah

More money, more money, more money, more money
I need me a bag
Yeah