Dank Zavala - Make That Money, Pt. II

How much for the Moon?
How much for stars?
What about the galaxy
Snatch from your palms
Living by fallacies
Don't mean no harm
We still see tragedy
Hope you're in Good arms
I'm like
How much for Change
How much for Fame
I built me a time machine
When it's not the same
Escape on a plane
From living so plain
Why do we complain
Another Ran to their grave
It's not the same
In and out of my mind
Happens often I'm fine

So I'm a make that money
Take the money only when it feels right
Even when I need the money
It just gotta feel right
Got plenty that care and love me
Least that's what it feels like
Inside I feel ugly
For what I had just did

You want to treat me blind yea
Look where that got you
Look where that got you
No I don't want to hear your side no
This ain't about you
This ain't about you

Make that money
Take that money
Even if don't feel right
Make that money
Take that money
Even if don't feel right

Lord give me some time
To make everything right
I'm running through the signs
I wonder who's behind
In and out of my mind

So I'm a make that money
Take the money
Even if it don't feel right
I don't even need the money
I just need a thrill ride
Got no one to care or love me
Forgot what that feels like
God must not like ugly
Some above me had said

You want to treat me blind yea
Look where that got you
Look where that got you
No I don't want to hear your side no
This ain't about you
You wanna to treat me blind yea
Look where that got you
Look where that got you
No I don't want to hear your side no
This ain't about you

You want to treat me blind yea
Look where that got you
Look where that got you
No I don't want to hear your side no
This ain't about you
You wanna to treat me blind yea
Look where that got you
Look where that got you
No I don't want to hear your side no
This ain't about you

Written by:
Cristian Zavala

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