Sell Out
(Like, I got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love)
(Like, I got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love)
(Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough)
Volpetron
What's your name, who you know around here?
You ain't come for venom, you can't go around here
People ask how I'm comfortable around here
Gutted out them all, I'm a go-around here
Got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love
Put my middle fingers up, I don't really give a fuck
Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough
Put my middle finger up, I don't really give a fuck
Like, I got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love
Put my middle fingers up, I don't really give a fuck
Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough
Put my middle finger up, I don't really give a fuck
Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough
(Ey, Ray)
(Don't want to should)
Like, I got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love
Put my middle fingers up, I don't really give a fuck
Give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck
Don't be fucking rude, how 'bout, how 'bout just don't be fucking rude
(Ey, Ray)
(Don't want to should)
Ey, Ray, they gon' ask me how it feel to be a sellout
I said it feel good, fuck you mean
I don't get tired of sellin' out these shows
I don't get tired of sellin' these clothes
And I don't get tired of fuckin' these hoes
(Like, I got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love)
(Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough)
Volpetron
What's your name, who you know around here?
You ain't come for venom, you can't go around here
People ask how I'm comfortable around here
Gutted out them all, I'm a go-around here
Got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love
Put my middle fingers up, I don't really give a fuck
Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough
Put my middle finger up, I don't really give a fuck
Like, I got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love
Put my middle fingers up, I don't really give a fuck
Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough
Put my middle finger up, I don't really give a fuck
Getting money is a drug, too much money ain't enough
(Ey, Ray)
(Don't want to should)
Like, I got money on my mind, that's the only thing I love
Put my middle fingers up, I don't really give a fuck
Give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck
Don't be fucking rude, how 'bout, how 'bout just don't be fucking rude
(Ey, Ray)
(Don't want to should)
Ey, Ray, they gon' ask me how it feel to be a sellout
I said it feel good, fuck you mean
I don't get tired of sellin' out these shows
I don't get tired of sellin' these clothes
And I don't get tired of fuckin' these hoes
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Writer(s): Bok Nero, Raymond Volpe
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