I make my money on my own, yeah
Wakin' up five in the morning, yeah
Throwin' money in the oven, yeah
F*ck sleep and his cousin, yeah
I've been on a roll, yeah
Spend my money like it's stolen, yeah
Shit, I'm already broke
And it's only 7:45 in the morning, yeah
Goddamn, what the f*ck?
Feel like I'm not good enough
Get off of me, I swear I'll do it all
Do it all, do it all
I can swear I can do it all
Do it all, do it all
I can swear I can do it all
I'm done trying to plan
Do what I want, don't hold my hand
I can do anything I want first try
You take like ten tries, hurtin' my eyes
Oh my God
Batshit, got a check and I spent it
Money got me feelin' like a dentist
I can do anything I put my mind to
You can't do anything even if you wanted to (yeah)
I make my money on my own, yeah
Wakin' up five in the morning, yeah
Throwin' money in the oven, yeah
F*ck sleep and his cousin, yeah
I've been on a roll, yeah
Spend my money like it's stolen, yeah
Shit, I'm already broke
And it's only 7:45 in the morning, yeah
Goddamn, what the f*ck?
Feel like I'm not good enough
Get off of me, I swear I'll do it all
Do it all, do it all
I can swear I can do it all
Do it all, do it all
I can swear I can do it all
100 Gecs - 1000 gecs Album Lyrics
100 Gecs - 1000 gecs Lyrics
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
money machine
Hey you lil' piss baby, you think you're so f*cking cool?
Huh?
You think you're so f*cking tough?
You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck
Aw, look at those arms
Your arms look so f*cking cute
They look like lil' cigarettes
I bet I could smoke you
I could roast you
And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" and then I'd f*cking ghost you
With the big boys coming with the big stuff
I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the picture
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed
I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead
Said it all before, and I'll say it once again
I'm better off alone
Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed
I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead
Said it all before, and I'll say it once again
I'm better off alone
With the big boys coming with the big stuff
I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the picture
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Huh?
You think you're so f*cking tough?
You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck
Aw, look at those arms
Your arms look so f*cking cute
They look like lil' cigarettes
I bet I could smoke you
I could roast you
And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" and then I'd f*cking ghost you
With the big boys coming with the big stuff
I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the picture
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed
I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead
Said it all before, and I'll say it once again
I'm better off alone
Tell me what's the deal, I've been trying to go to bed
I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead
Said it all before, and I'll say it once again
I'm better off alone
With the big boys coming with the big stuff
I feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the big trucks
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah
Big boys coming with the picture
Feel so clean like a money machine, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Feel so clean, like a money machine
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
800db Cloud
He said, "I love you," on the plane, I said, "I love you too"
He said, "Everything is different now, everything has changed
Always on a plane, always something new"
I said, "Nothing's new, nothing's changed, I still need you"
I'm 'bout to hit the boof
I'm smokin' somethin' new
No rules, then I smoke, then it's all gone
Hit that G so hard that I fall off
Taking shots in the dark, that's a bad call
Going straight for your head, gotta saw it off
(Go, go, go, go, go)
I got a bag on the way
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Smokin' a zip in a day
(Go, go, go, go, go)
What were you trying to say?
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Making it up on the way
I never say what I need, when I need you
Never say what I need, when I need you
I'm good on the weed but I need you
I might hit the weed, I might hit the boof
I'm addicted to Monster, money, and weed, yeah
I'm blowin' clouds so loud, you can't f*ckin' see, yeah
I'm addicted to everything that I see, yeah
I'm addicted to making money off weed, yeah
I might go and throw my phone into the lake, yeah
It ain't hard to quit caring what you think, yeah
Burnt me one too many times like a tree, yeah
Now there's fire raining down on your screams, yeah
I hit the big boof then it's all gone
I hit the big boof then it's gone
I hit the big boof and the weed, yeah
I hit the big boof then it's gone
Just shut the f*ck up, where's the weed at?
Just shut the f*ck up, where's the weed?
Just please f*ck me up, where's the weed at?
Just shut the f*ck up
He said, "Everything is different now, everything has changed
Always on a plane, always something new"
I said, "Nothing's new, nothing's changed, I still need you"
I'm 'bout to hit the boof
I'm smokin' somethin' new
No rules, then I smoke, then it's all gone
Hit that G so hard that I fall off
Taking shots in the dark, that's a bad call
Going straight for your head, gotta saw it off
(Go, go, go, go, go)
I got a bag on the way
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Smokin' a zip in a day
(Go, go, go, go, go)
What were you trying to say?
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Making it up on the way
I never say what I need, when I need you
Never say what I need, when I need you
I'm good on the weed but I need you
I might hit the weed, I might hit the boof
I'm addicted to Monster, money, and weed, yeah
I'm blowin' clouds so loud, you can't f*ckin' see, yeah
I'm addicted to everything that I see, yeah
I'm addicted to making money off weed, yeah
I might go and throw my phone into the lake, yeah
It ain't hard to quit caring what you think, yeah
Burnt me one too many times like a tree, yeah
Now there's fire raining down on your screams, yeah
I hit the big boof then it's all gone
I hit the big boof then it's gone
I hit the big boof and the weed, yeah
I hit the big boof then it's gone
Just shut the f*ck up, where's the weed at?
Just shut the f*ck up, where's the weed?
Just please f*ck me up, where's the weed at?
Just shut the f*ck up
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Need Help Immediately
I need help immediately
Please do something
Ayy
Ayy
Back once again
Back once again
I need help immediately
Please do something
Please do something
Ayy
Ayy
Back once again
Back once again
I need help immediately
Please do something
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
stupid horse
Pick it up
Bet my money on a stupid horse, I lost that
So I ran out to the track to get my cash back
I just gotta leave this place with a big bag
So I found the f*ckin' jockey and I grabbed that (pick it up)
Pushed him down to the ground and I punched him in his face (in his face)
Yeah, I stole his phone, that put him in his place (in his place)
Me on the horse, we ran out of the place (the place)
Then we took my Porsche back to my place
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account
Woo
Pick it up
Stupid horse and a swordfish dancer (pick it up)
Bet my money on a fishnet carousel
Go, go, go, go, go so fast now
Go, go, go, go, go so fast now
Racing horses at the derby
Why am I never getting lucky?
I never have any money
I never win any money
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (oh shit)
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no (oh no)
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (oh no)
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (of the Porsche)
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no (oh no)
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (of the Porsche)
Lost the money in my bank account
Bet my money on a stupid horse, I lost that
So I ran out to the track to get my cash back
I just gotta leave this place with a big bag
So I found the f*ckin' jockey and I grabbed that (pick it up)
Pushed him down to the ground and I punched him in his face (in his face)
Yeah, I stole his phone, that put him in his place (in his place)
Me on the horse, we ran out of the place (the place)
Then we took my Porsche back to my place
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account
Woo
Pick it up
Stupid horse and a swordfish dancer (pick it up)
Bet my money on a fishnet carousel
Go, go, go, go, go so fast now
Go, go, go, go, go so fast now
Racing horses at the derby
Why am I never getting lucky?
I never have any money
I never win any money
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (oh shit)
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no (oh no)
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (oh no)
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (of the Porsche)
Lost the money in my bank account, oh no (oh no)
Stupid horse, I just fell out of the Porsche (of the Porsche)
Lost the money in my bank account
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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ringtone
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
Twenty-seven missed calls lightin' up my cell phone
Sending you a text sayin', "Call you when I get home"
Taking off my work clothes, workin' in a cold one
Forty-five group texts, fifty group DMs
Send another text askin' me if I've seen them
Pushin' back a deadline, gotta make my bedtime
Then I crack a smile, 'cause I love you and I'd do it all again
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
Something's gotta work this time
It's my way of trying to let you know
I've got a little thing for you
I've got a little crush or somethin'
Maybe I'm just drunk as f*ck
I customize my ringtone
But it's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It was always you
Put it on vibrate when I'm with you (with you)
Talkin' to myself again (again)
Falling on broken glass
Twenty-nine missed calls, never leave the basement
I don't wanna tell you what I'm really thinking (what I'm thinking)
Thinking, what I'm really thinking
Thinking, what I'm really thinking
I used to love that ringtone
When you called me
Now it makes me sick (sick, sick)
Used to love that ringtone
When you called me
Now it makes me sick (sick, sick)
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
Twenty-seven missed calls lightin' up my cell phone
Sending you a text sayin', "Call you when I get home"
Taking off my work clothes, workin' in a cold one
Forty-five group texts, fifty group DMs
Send another text askin' me if I've seen them
Pushin' back a deadline, gotta make my bedtime
Then I crack a smile, 'cause I love you and I'd do it all again
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
Something's gotta work this time
It's my way of trying to let you know
I've got a little thing for you
I've got a little crush or somethin'
Maybe I'm just drunk as f*ck
I customize my ringtone
But it's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It was always you
Put it on vibrate when I'm with you (with you)
Talkin' to myself again (again)
Falling on broken glass
Twenty-nine missed calls, never leave the basement
I don't wanna tell you what I'm really thinking (what I'm thinking)
Thinking, what I'm really thinking
Thinking, what I'm really thinking
I used to love that ringtone
When you called me
Now it makes me sick (sick, sick)
Used to love that ringtone
When you called me
Now it makes me sick (sick, sick)
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know
It's the only one I answer
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
gecgecgec
Back once again
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec
You can call on me
Anytime and I'm runnin' home to you
Please remember
Baby, I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
You can call on me
Anytime and I'm runnin' home to you
But please remember, baby, baby
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
Stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec, gec, gec, gec
Gec
You can call on me
Anytime and I'm runnin' home to you
Please remember
Baby, I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
You can call on me
Anytime and I'm runnin' home to you
But please remember, baby, baby
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
Stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
(Stronger, stronger)
I'm not stronger than, stronger than you
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
hand crushed by a mallet
I was trying to find a way to kill time
I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go another day
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go, go, go, go
Oh my god, what the f*ck
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain't scared, think there's more
What the f*ck, make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the yard
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah (yeah)
Didn't wanna hurt no one (no one)
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun
Hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She's workin' in my mind
And you're lookin' for a way to crush, it's not enough
You f*cked up your last try, last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin'
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin' business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression
I'll never go
I'll haunt your studio
You won't think of words
When you write it up
You'll just hear
Me singing this song
You'll think that's okay
You'll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go another day
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go, go, go, go
Oh my god, what the f*ck
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain't scared, think there's more
What the f*ck, make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the yard
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah (yeah)
Didn't wanna hurt no one (no one)
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun
Hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She's workin' in my mind
And you're lookin' for a way to crush, it's not enough
You f*cked up your last try, last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin'
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin' business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression
I'll never go
I'll haunt your studio
You won't think of words
When you write it up
You'll just hear
Me singing this song
You'll think that's okay
You'll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
Writer: Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
gec 2 Ü
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1000 gecs is the debut studio album by American hyperpop duo 100 gecs, released on May 31, 2019 through Dog Show Records. It was preceded by the release of lead single "Money Machine" two days earlier.
Featuring an experimental sound that combined several genres, 1000 gecs was well-received by critics. It placed on several publications' lists of the best albums of 2019. Remixed and reworked versions of songs from 1000 gecs were later released as part of the follow-up remix album 1000 gecs and the Tree of Clues (2020).
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100 GecsFeaturing an experimental sound that combined several genres, 1000 gecs was well-received by critics. It placed on several publications' lists of the best albums of 2019. Remixed and reworked versions of songs from 1000 gecs were later released as part of the follow-up remix album 1000 gecs and the Tree of Clues (2020).
Genre(s): Hyperpop, experimental pop
Producer(s): Dylan Brady, Laura Les
Length: 23:07
Released: May 31st, 2019
Year: 2019