Black Money
Hindustani with these foreigner charms
Sally ain't swinging but my saali got arms
She's been keeping it a secret 'cause her Daddy's a don
With a mansion in the slums to a penthouse on the palm
(Black, black, black)
Fucking black money
(Black, black, black)
Mirror back money
(Black, black, black)
In the trunk in a duffle 'cause the police back money
(Black, black, black)
She just wanna spend all of her Dad's money (black)
Blow it all smoke all of it hash money (black)
Pour a bottle of all of this Jack money (black)
Now I'm thinkin' that this shit is mad funny (black)
Till I'm, walking home to my crib with sad money, I'm grateful
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout)
Evil eyes got peripherals (uh)
Plus the workers snitching outta principle (uh)
Don's gotta temper ready for dismissal
Maids grab the first bus running from the pistol (uh)
Now she's gotta little vengeance 'gainst her Dad
Pass a gram to the brat rat of the rat pack
Takin' bumps aunty's got it out for her ass
Spend that black money for that fucking blacked out 'lac, 'cause she's
Hindustani with these foreigner charms
Sally ain't swinging but my saali got arms
She's been keeping it a secret 'cause her Daddy's a don
With a mansion in the slums to a penthouse on the palm
(Black, black, black)
Fucking black money
(Black, black, black)
Mirror back money
(Black, black, black)
In the trunk in a duffle 'cause the police back money
(Black, black)
She just wanna spend all of her Dad's money
(Black, black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
(Black, black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
She pulls the car out, driving past the streetside
Dream eyes wonder what a cold car seems like
Wonder what a leather seat Mercedez Benz feels like
Night comes, they're jumping the gates via streetlights
But the Rottweiler's trained to bury their kills (uh)
He's just driving past the murder pack of puppies the spill (uh)
Lookin' like a paint roller but the servants are skilled (uh)
To mop the shit up yeah they heard about the previous fill (uh)
He's gotta station full of coppers that can't choose where they playin' (uh)
'Cause the numbers that he give 'em beats what governments paying (uh)
It's a choice between corruption or a life of evadin' (uh)
Grab the tool, that's the brush, leave the family painted (woo)
Yeah my father got outta it 'cause he's principled truly
Cut the ties for the simple life but I wonder what could be
He worked harder than everything gave us more than he should
But he had a damn empire for she got on her two feet, huh
That's too easy some consider that free
And I wonder if that'll ever be me
Still, she's fucking around because the level I be
Intellectual curious about her Daddy's prestige
Because I'm
Hindustani with these foreigner charms
Sally ain't swinging but my saali got arms
She's been keeping it a secret 'cause her Daddy's a don
With a mansion in the slums to a penthouse on the palm
(Black, black, black)
Fucking black money
(Black, black, black)
Mirror back money
(Black, black, black)
In the trunk in a duffle 'cause the police back money
(Black, black)
She just wanna spend all of her Dad's money
(Black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
(Black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
Sally ain't swinging but my saali got arms
She's been keeping it a secret 'cause her Daddy's a don
With a mansion in the slums to a penthouse on the palm
(Black, black, black)
Fucking black money
(Black, black, black)
Mirror back money
(Black, black, black)
In the trunk in a duffle 'cause the police back money
(Black, black, black)
She just wanna spend all of her Dad's money (black)
Blow it all smoke all of it hash money (black)
Pour a bottle of all of this Jack money (black)
Now I'm thinkin' that this shit is mad funny (black)
Till I'm, walking home to my crib with sad money, I'm grateful
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout)
Evil eyes got peripherals (uh)
Plus the workers snitching outta principle (uh)
Don's gotta temper ready for dismissal
Maids grab the first bus running from the pistol (uh)
Now she's gotta little vengeance 'gainst her Dad
Pass a gram to the brat rat of the rat pack
Takin' bumps aunty's got it out for her ass
Spend that black money for that fucking blacked out 'lac, 'cause she's
Hindustani with these foreigner charms
Sally ain't swinging but my saali got arms
She's been keeping it a secret 'cause her Daddy's a don
With a mansion in the slums to a penthouse on the palm
(Black, black, black)
Fucking black money
(Black, black, black)
Mirror back money
(Black, black, black)
In the trunk in a duffle 'cause the police back money
(Black, black)
She just wanna spend all of her Dad's money
(Black, black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
(Black, black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
She pulls the car out, driving past the streetside
Dream eyes wonder what a cold car seems like
Wonder what a leather seat Mercedez Benz feels like
Night comes, they're jumping the gates via streetlights
But the Rottweiler's trained to bury their kills (uh)
He's just driving past the murder pack of puppies the spill (uh)
Lookin' like a paint roller but the servants are skilled (uh)
To mop the shit up yeah they heard about the previous fill (uh)
He's gotta station full of coppers that can't choose where they playin' (uh)
'Cause the numbers that he give 'em beats what governments paying (uh)
It's a choice between corruption or a life of evadin' (uh)
Grab the tool, that's the brush, leave the family painted (woo)
Yeah my father got outta it 'cause he's principled truly
Cut the ties for the simple life but I wonder what could be
He worked harder than everything gave us more than he should
But he had a damn empire for she got on her two feet, huh
That's too easy some consider that free
And I wonder if that'll ever be me
Still, she's fucking around because the level I be
Intellectual curious about her Daddy's prestige
Because I'm
Hindustani with these foreigner charms
Sally ain't swinging but my saali got arms
She's been keeping it a secret 'cause her Daddy's a don
With a mansion in the slums to a penthouse on the palm
(Black, black, black)
Fucking black money
(Black, black, black)
Mirror back money
(Black, black, black)
In the trunk in a duffle 'cause the police back money
(Black, black)
She just wanna spend all of her Dad's money
(Black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
(Black, black, black)
Fuckin' black money
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Writer(s): Vinayak Menon
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