Mantra - Money To Blow lyrics
[Verse 1: Cyrus] Can you lower your voice, this right here is my sh** I been clocked in all night, getting sick of these shifts It's so hard to get by, these people walking too slow This kid just rapped me some lines that I forgot that I wrote I just been caught up in the danger No life vest is gonna save me now Know when to call, it's for a favor And it's quite alright for you to hate me now I don't run dry in the basement And I'm still hungover, so faded I want some more what you gave me Guess I'm too involved to even fake it [Hook: Cyrus] I got money to blow Got this money to blow At least that's what I want That's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want I got money to blow, yeah I got money to blow, yeah I got this money, money to blow [Verse 2: Cyrus] Can you lower your voice Just this once, lets not talk Let's get lost in the noise Let's find peace in our thoughts Wrote this verse in my head You can tell it's about you You went home, went right to bed sh**, you need to chill baby, not every song's about you I just been caught up but it's changing No life vest is gonna save me now Kinda hope she start to hate me Said it's quite alright for you to hate me now Never cared for the ladies Yeah, one of one ain't gonna phase me If you want it you can have it And the other night, and it's a maybe [Hook: Cyrus] I got money to blow Got this money to blow At least that's what I want That's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want I got money to blow, yeah I got money to blow, yeah I got this money, money to blow [Bridge: Cyrus] All about the dollar, where the broccoli Talking commas, I'm the kami- to the the -kaze Mom and papi help me get an apartment They've been saving me again, it's all about me Alright, yeah you're boy, I know it Love paper has got me torn It's oh yeah yeah, what they call it High as f**, my convoy gone We should make a stop real quick Got some sh** to say real quick I don't wanna change, and my momma I'm the same But the music, it could pay real sh** They just wanna buy my name They just wanna ride this dick They just want the size documented on the line I'm a twelve inch, fine I'll give me mine [Hook: Cyrus] I got money to blow Got this money to blow At least that's what I want That's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want to do That's what I want, that's what I want I got money to blow, yeah I got money to blow, yeah I got this money, money to blow