Mixter Krab$
How about a little music to count me money?
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Ye might be scared of the trailer park, but it's more than a location
It's a state of mind
Summa you bitches THINK poor
(Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off)
Money, money, money, sounds so good it makes me cum
You can bet your top dolla she's no bikini bottom
What's the sum? I got bills to pay, don't do this shit for fun
If I made a hundred K today I'd spent it all on rum
Yo, Mixter Krabs got them bags with the dolla sign
Three o' nine, sippin' wine, faded coz I mixed it fine
Rappin' to retire, put the coins in a line-up
Roll the bills and snort the money, watch it take you higher up
Sign up, I'm writin' checks, always a flex to manifest
Clam up, it's me and mines and no else, no nemesis
Cis, move yo Plankton ass, I'll show how you a tranny sits
In my bag, named it Krusty Krab, you got beat by a fag while she beat her face, gaggin'
Call me money eyes coz I got envy for green
I'm the industry's youngest tranny rapper fresh on the scene (New money)
I got wallet ghosts and closet bones and crabs in my bucket
And I make this shit (Tongue pop) like you're starin' down a barrel, suck it
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Money, money, money, sounds so good it makes me cum
You can bet your top dolla she's no bikini bottom
What's the sum? I got bills to pay, don't do this shit for fun
If I made a hundred K today I'd spent it all on rum
Seeker of pleasure, digital beggar
Name me how you hate me, but I'll hurt you if it's nig
No seat at the table, but invited to the dinner
If I'm the only black face at the party who the sinner?
Puttin pain in my pen so it doesn't find my fist
Make a comma off my trauma, cop some Fenty necklaces
Mixter Krabs, money grabs, just keep laughin', keep laughin'
Talkin' shit but can't take hits, don't smile at me in passin'
(If you don't like me, stay the fuck away from me)
Dodgin' homelessness like sentences, no crime if you can't catch me sis
(If you don't like me, when you see me bitch, don't smile at me)
Givin all my girls pearls coz we worth more than the world
(Coz if you smile at me bitch, imma smile right back at you)
It's a scam either way, no buffet, shut up n pay
I'm not shy, I'm just high
Touch the sky, fly-or-die
I ain't rude, ain't a guy
(And I guess we fucking friends)
Tell em nematodes boy bye
(The hooks!)
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Money, money, money, sounds so good it makes me cum
You can bet your top dolla she's no bikini bottom
What's the sum? I got bills to pay, don't do this shit for fun
If I made a hundred K today I'd spent it all on rum
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Hey, that's pretty catchy
Beep beep boop bop, beep beep boop beep
Yeah, that's not bad! I love this young people's music
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Ye might be scared of the trailer park, but it's more than a location
It's a state of mind
Summa you bitches THINK poor
(Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off)
Money, money, money, sounds so good it makes me cum
You can bet your top dolla she's no bikini bottom
What's the sum? I got bills to pay, don't do this shit for fun
If I made a hundred K today I'd spent it all on rum
Yo, Mixter Krabs got them bags with the dolla sign
Three o' nine, sippin' wine, faded coz I mixed it fine
Rappin' to retire, put the coins in a line-up
Roll the bills and snort the money, watch it take you higher up
Sign up, I'm writin' checks, always a flex to manifest
Clam up, it's me and mines and no else, no nemesis
Cis, move yo Plankton ass, I'll show how you a tranny sits
In my bag, named it Krusty Krab, you got beat by a fag while she beat her face, gaggin'
Call me money eyes coz I got envy for green
I'm the industry's youngest tranny rapper fresh on the scene (New money)
I got wallet ghosts and closet bones and crabs in my bucket
And I make this shit (Tongue pop) like you're starin' down a barrel, suck it
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Money, money, money, sounds so good it makes me cum
You can bet your top dolla she's no bikini bottom
What's the sum? I got bills to pay, don't do this shit for fun
If I made a hundred K today I'd spent it all on rum
Seeker of pleasure, digital beggar
Name me how you hate me, but I'll hurt you if it's nig
No seat at the table, but invited to the dinner
If I'm the only black face at the party who the sinner?
Puttin pain in my pen so it doesn't find my fist
Make a comma off my trauma, cop some Fenty necklaces
Mixter Krabs, money grabs, just keep laughin', keep laughin'
Talkin' shit but can't take hits, don't smile at me in passin'
(If you don't like me, stay the fuck away from me)
Dodgin' homelessness like sentences, no crime if you can't catch me sis
(If you don't like me, when you see me bitch, don't smile at me)
Givin all my girls pearls coz we worth more than the world
(Coz if you smile at me bitch, imma smile right back at you)
It's a scam either way, no buffet, shut up n pay
I'm not shy, I'm just high
Touch the sky, fly-or-die
I ain't rude, ain't a guy
(And I guess we fucking friends)
Tell em nematodes boy bye
(The hooks!)
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Money, money, money, sounds so good it makes me cum
You can bet your top dolla she's no bikini bottom
What's the sum? I got bills to pay, don't do this shit for fun
If I made a hundred K today I'd spent it all on rum
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Work hard, get money, go off
Hey, that's pretty catchy
Beep beep boop bop, beep beep boop beep
Yeah, that's not bad! I love this young people's music
Credits
Writer(s): Dev Blair
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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