240P
240, 240, 240p, data is scattered I'm EE
Virus disease I've been pirating
Pull up with muskets, I'm storming your beach
Stunt like it's Normandy
Kids with deformities flexing with orphans
You wish you aborted that DDoS', my ordnance
Ran out of women it's fitting 'cause I can't afford that shit
Houston, he slung out of orbit (aeuyhh)
Money Chat, Money Chat, Money Chat
I bought a subscription but I want my money back
What are you running from? Whatever caught up with y'all
I don't want it, I'm sprinting no looking back (agh)
Boy he cryptic, sipping hieroglyphic
That's a cyber soldier, what is in his mixture?
It'sergot tonic, you take a whiff get unbodied
Ladies get wet when I login
Satellite skin I got goosebumps protruding
From areas to which my com port alluding
Pulse width modulation, the body was bloated
From combustive forces, before it exploded
Encoded by packet, I'm makin' a racket
And when this shit drop, bitch you know I be mackin'
On gynodroid titties, I give her three fiddy'
So she rub the oil on my itty bitty
Money Chat, Money Chat, Money Chat, Money Chat
Holding back all of the slime and the gack
Bloody mascara, camera stream
Crying out to the lord "Let me out of this scene!"
What happened just now? See you don't gotta know
I roll up that carpet all good in a jiff
I think I heard feds knockin' out at the door
So goodbye imma' shut off the camera real quick
Virus disease I've been pirating
Pull up with muskets, I'm storming your beach
Stunt like it's Normandy
Kids with deformities flexing with orphans
You wish you aborted that DDoS', my ordnance
Ran out of women it's fitting 'cause I can't afford that shit
Houston, he slung out of orbit (aeuyhh)
Money Chat, Money Chat, Money Chat
I bought a subscription but I want my money back
What are you running from? Whatever caught up with y'all
I don't want it, I'm sprinting no looking back (agh)
Boy he cryptic, sipping hieroglyphic
That's a cyber soldier, what is in his mixture?
It'sergot tonic, you take a whiff get unbodied
Ladies get wet when I login
Satellite skin I got goosebumps protruding
From areas to which my com port alluding
Pulse width modulation, the body was bloated
From combustive forces, before it exploded
Encoded by packet, I'm makin' a racket
And when this shit drop, bitch you know I be mackin'
On gynodroid titties, I give her three fiddy'
So she rub the oil on my itty bitty
Money Chat, Money Chat, Money Chat, Money Chat
Holding back all of the slime and the gack
Bloody mascara, camera stream
Crying out to the lord "Let me out of this scene!"
What happened just now? See you don't gotta know
I roll up that carpet all good in a jiff
I think I heard feds knockin' out at the door
So goodbye imma' shut off the camera real quick
Credits
Writer(s): Jet Neptune, Low Poly Priest, Money Goblin
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