Money - SUBB

Speakin' about your millions

You don’t give a shit of what you’re talking about

And by the time you’re finished sayin' your stupid shit,

You’ll make people sick of hearing too much of it.

You’ll think about the good times

The days you were at back of that damn fuckin' line

Some really hate the feeling

But you like to make them suffer when you’re running things

I’ve got no money

So what’s the fuckin' deal?

Completely jaded

It’s my turn

I’ve got no money

So what’s the fuckin' deal?

Completely jaded…

You’d sit 'em down… and walk all over them

The reason’s come to you way too much naturally

Someday we’ll be forgotten

But I don’t think someday, we’ll be forgiving you

A profit never will be

Cuz you’re too focused on what you can never see

A fighter never looks good

The battle horse has burned there ain’t nothing left…

I’ve got no money… I'm… BROKE!