LYRICS
作词 : Terrence Thornton/Kanye West/Che Pope/Mark Batson/Rakim Mayers/Terius Nash
作曲 : Terrence Thornton/Kanye West/Che Pope/Mark Batson/Rakim Mayers/Terius Nash
I see the strangest things
The evil that money brings
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
And they wanna bury me
Why? Cause I’m anti everything
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
[Hook: Kanye West & A$AP Rocky]
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit after all
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
The three leading killers of you ****ers
Is the bullshit that’s most appealing to you assholes
Even I fell victim to it, your pride don’t let you do it
The lies will get you through it
Money, bitches, alcohol, what a wonderful cocktail
Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it
****ing is like a two-way street
The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat
Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep
Every sparkle in the club that wasn’t ours, we compete
Poor minds, poor decision makers
No reward, then what’s the risk you taking?
New shit I been ****ing might start a rap war
Won’t unveil it yet, can’t tell it yet
Defense wins games Bill Belichick
These hoes having Google numbers, bitches better check
Yuugh
[Hook]
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit after all
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Shout out my real nigga baseball niggas
That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts
Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits
Now the Major League’s where you're ****ing
You young and hot, so why not?
The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot
We can’t judge you ‘cause we ain’t hug you
We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas **** you
For real, we made you watch from afar
Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star
Until we seen them foreign cars pull up
And watch them pick you up
And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough
So, make us proud, make it count
Until you learn to love ‘em, make ‘em spare no amount
Make ‘em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it
Take advantage of it when you’re worth it
Real niggas worth it
[Hook]
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit after all
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I’ve been watching all you real niggas
I done see more won't than you will niggas
Take a swing, snatch a chain
Lose your mind, go insane
I’m in the club, you in the club too
I got money, you got money too
You think it’s honey dew
Whispering in my ear like a hunny do
Eyeballing every bottle that we running through
Trying to stand near, ****ing damn near
Puffing niggas out the way to Instagram here
It’s no pictures, now you in your feelings
I’m a real nigga boy, no stranger dealings
Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos
Nickel bag niggas, all of a sudden Ninos
I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money
I get it done for quarter ki money, for real
[Hook]
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit after all
Money, bitches, alcohol
You assholes ain't shit not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all