The Masked Secrets - My Money

My money
My money
My money
My money

Ridin' down the street
Catchin' twenty on my bicycle
Little lonely children
Suckin' on their popsicles
Suit all black
Like I'm goin' to a funeral
Here to play some games
Like I'm settin' up a carnival
I'm'a move up north
Find myself a home in Michigan
I don't even know
What the F**k is a cardigan
Take me to the heat, yeah
Take me down to Florida
I got fifty grand in my hand
In this envelope

I don't know
I don't know anymore
I don't know
I don't have control anymore

My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money

I don't eat no meat, no
Chicken is a vegetable
I don't do no work, no
That just ain't computable
We still get our share
Of time on the radio
Sealin' all the streams
From the elders in the industry
Pizza in an open box
Woop, thats some honesty
I got better poison for the slaves in my company
Better watch out
Got my lens on the camera
Shootin' mighty long
Like Lebron with a basketball

Damn, she got some looks now
She must be so lucky
Damn, he got them books now
He must be so happy
Damn, they got them whips
Rolled up in the driveway
Talkin' to the masses
Yeah I represent the big fit
Nobody cares about
Nothin' or anyone
So we just keep on goin'
Appealin' to the bigger ones

I don't know
I don't know anymore
I don't know
I don't have control anymore

My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money
My money

I don't have control anymore

Written by:
Josh Tolentino, Soumil Majhi

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