Beast - Money lyrics

[Hook] My money Where is my money My money x3 Where is my money My money x3 Where is my money Dollars Pounds Euro Yen x3 Money in my head, Money in my hand Dollars Pounds Euro Yen x3 Money in the air, Money in my hand [Verse 1: Tasty TooK] Dollars Pounds Euro Yen Bars sounds weirdo and Stars on the ground, heroes stand Up for the next round not for gold chain I ain't got much dough, like I got close friends Cross my road, No I ain't ga**in Just say hello, come shake hands Viens prendre l'apéro with the french captain Im from France, I was in UK Gal's in a trance, anytime I press play She wanna dance but not with the DJ She's looking for the money, wanna have fun with Tasty Me I ain't full of papers, Im full of ganja Full of THC, not in danger I dont f** molly Don't cheat on marijuana Don't sh** on the MIC U'll neva see me, on the telly, in a ferrari with some Prada or Gucci I don't wanna make a mainstream tune, I don't wanna s** carrots like Bugz Bunny I'm going my way with my team, still reppin' the city that we call MTP The day you'll see me ga**in bout my money for nothing like a prick Please g come slap me I'm not sayin that I wanna live the rest of my life with only spare change in my pocket I'm just sayin dat make music only to try get rich is a thing that I don't rate Even more I disrespect I Respect music and protect my cake Don't f** with my money thats a big mistake Don't mess with my family or my peeps in czech [Hook] [Verse 2: Billy] Me I smell the money It stinks like Mitt Romney Obama, Oussama no difference see who's the real enemy If you try to get dough, I'm sorry bro but you won't get it from me I'm broke like a hobo, act like a robot, ain't no big money Run for a dollar Seems like everybody wanna be a baller Sick employer, simple howler, sweet shop owner get silly Money doesn't make you wily Money doesn't make you wise It's just a simple trap Open your eyes Lies bullsh** and lies All build up, bullsh** and lies Stop it, start feelin' the vibes Jump in the moshpit, feedin' the vice Beware of the ambush The wolf hide behind the bush Push on the bu*ton light up the smokey Let it all get blurry like a cloud of kush No way You're gonna pay your debt, you're a lannister Winter is comin' yet, I hope you'll freeze and die hipster Heartless on the beat I kick, call me mighty moe I'll be counting my money, Eenie meenie miney moe [Hook]