Lilo Key - 24

If I stay broke much longer I’ll go crazy
I’m not who I was I’m what I made me
I need to get at least 24 checks each day.
Count it up. Call that minimum wage.

Minimum wage. I got the system locked down
This ain’t no nine to five.
Suite and tie
I just been grinding shit out
This my new minimum wage
I’m racking Benjamin’s now
This is that independent
Go and get it.
Look how we getting rich wow

I like my presidents blue in the face
Got a few in the safe
I look at the mirror like who’s getting payed
Right. Me. Smile and wave
Used to be cool with a couple of bucks for lunch
After a taste of a steak it sucked
I can’t go back to the slop with the pigs
I’m too important give this shit up
How dare you tell me that I’m out of touch?
Ask Mr. Franklin who’s thumbing him up
Just because we gon keep raking it in
Now we forgot when going got rough
Miss me with that.
I’m diving back in my bag
That’s where my happiness at
Who ever said that cash don’t bring joy
Is a fucking idiot
And that shit a fact
Oh now your triggered.
Go get the strap
Mid six figures
Getting good at math
I filled up my closet by hauling the stash
This must be my calling. Just falling in cash

If I stay broke much longer I’ll go crazy
I’m not who I was I’m what I made me
I need to get at least 24 checks each day.
Count it up. Call that minimum wage.

Minimum wage. I got the system locked down
This ain’t no nine to five.
Suit and tie
I just been grinding shit out
This my new minimum wage
I’m racking Benjamin’s now
This is that independent
Go and get it.
Look how we getting rich wow

This my rich boy PSA
Bitch rub me down like the TSA
Order Escargot by the boat and wait
Till the restaurant close then I buy the place
Diversity’s Key what I heard Em say
Well that’s my name so raise the stakes
And raise a glass too let’s celebrate
'Till we all go broke we gon make em' hate.
Love it
Hit the strip club can’t throw enough now
I make money faster than trump would know how
When me and Bezos eventually throw down
I’m betting it all. That ima kill him in four rounds
I measure with bills
My worth on a trill
My furnitures still
Wrapped up so we sitting on mills.
Made my own fortune so spend it at will.
I go to Gucci to kick it and chill
I spent so much that they now wave the bill
I don’t need friends with all these guys all around me
Bunch of dead presidents oh what a thrill
Oh is you mad? Express how you feel
Write it up nicely and send an email
I promise I’ll read it. And really let it all really sink in
I’m lying. I won’t. Oh well.

Written by:
Keba Aaron

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Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave

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