Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Mo money for me nah that ain't a problem
Flexin all these doujins yeah you know that senpai got'em
Withdrew all all this dough so I went ahead and bought'em
Talkin bout my precious got me actin like I'm Gollum
Yen convert boutta turn it to a dollar
Cash comes first yeah I'm a money baller
Pockets they burst the stacks gettin taller
Girls they flirt and they keep on gettin hotter
Choppa on the way gun him down like it's Black Ops
Things gettin real when I pull the mask off
We on different levels boy think this would a standoff
Sorry baby girl I don't care that your man lost
Burn that boy down then you know I smoke the ashes
Too toxic now his fans are seein hashes
AK payday yeah my Prada matches
Only things that's for certain yeah it's Death and Taxes
Hangin with the Reaper he ain't talkin to these randoms
Trynna start some beef nah Death he can't stand'em
Had to cut em up now there's blood on my denims
Feelin like I'm Danny now I'm off in a phantom
Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Deathrohk - GREED Lyrics
Deathrohk - GREED Lyrics
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Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Mo money for me nah that ain't a problem
Flexin all these doujins yeah you know that senpai got'em
Withdrew all all this dough so I went ahead and bought'em
Talkin bout my precious got me actin like I'm Gollum
Yen convert boutta turn it to a dollar
Cash comes first yeah I'm a money baller
Pockets they burst the stacks gettin taller
Girls they flirt and they keep on gettin hotter
Choppa on the way gun him down like it's Black Ops
Things gettin real when I pull the mask off
We on different levels boy think this would a standoff
Sorry baby girl I don't care that your man lost
Burn that boy down then you know I smoke the ashes
Too toxic now his fans are seein hashes
AK payday yeah my Prada matches
Only things that's for certain yeah it's Death and Taxes
Hangin with the Reaper he ain't talkin to these randoms
Trynna start some beef nah Death he can't stand'em
Had to cut em up now there's blood on my denims
Feelin like I'm Danny now I'm off in a phantom
Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Mo money for me nah that ain't a problem
Flexin all these doujins yeah you know that senpai got'em
Withdrew all all this dough so I went ahead and bought'em
Talkin bout my precious got me actin like I'm Gollum
Yen convert boutta turn it to a dollar
Cash comes first yeah I'm a money baller
Pockets they burst the stacks gettin taller
Girls they flirt and they keep on gettin hotter
Choppa on the way gun him down like it's Black Ops
Things gettin real when I pull the mask off
We on different levels boy think this would a standoff
Sorry baby girl I don't care that your man lost
Burn that boy down then you know I smoke the ashes
Too toxic now his fans are seein hashes
AK payday yeah my Prada matches
Only things that's for certain yeah it's Death and Taxes
Hangin with the Reaper he ain't talkin to these randoms
Trynna start some beef nah Death he can't stand'em
Had to cut em up now there's blood on my denims
Feelin like I'm Danny now I'm off in a phantom
Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Shot a couple rounds but money don't bleed
Boutta throw it down let me tell you what I need
Green I adore for the paper I'm a fiend
Always wantin more feelin like a Pot of Greed
Writer: Caleb Hoffman
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