Speakin＇ about your millions
You don＇t give a sh*t of what you＇re talking about
And by the time you＇re finished sayin＇ your stupid sh*t,
You＇ll make people sick of hearing too much of it.
You＇ll think about the good times
The days you were at back of that damn f**kin＇ line
Some really hate the feeling
But you like to make them suffer when you＇re running things
I＇ve got no money
So what＇s the f**kin＇ deal?
Completely jaded
It＇s my turn
I＇ve got no money
So what＇s the f**kin＇ deal?
Completely jaded...
You＇d sit ＇em down...and walk all over them
The reason＇s come to you way too much naturally
Someday we＇ll be forgotten
But I don＇t think someday, we＇ll be forgiving you
A profit never will be
Cuz you＇re too focused on what you can never see
A fighter never looks good
The battle horse has burned there ain＇t nothing left...
I＇ve got no money...I＇m... BROKE!
