Yawn

All bitter, your daddy want a six figure
Go bigger, and you can be a sly hitter
Money make the world go round
(Round round and round)
Everybody want the sugar, everybody high, high as hell

You're all the same, pointing fingers when you feel the blame
So light the flame (Light the flame)
We're playing rookie in a golden game
Silicone thrills, living through pills
None of that's sound, when your world is hitting the ground

Everybody say I look so good, that's all it needs
I look so good, I feel so good, that's all it needs
I drive forty, high beam thick cream, spotlight so clean
I got all that you on my back for power
I got all that your poison is my powder

All bitter, your daddy want a six figure
Go bigger, and you can be a sly hitter
Money make the world go round
(Round round and round)
Everybody want the sugar, everybody high, high as hell

All bitter, your daddy want a six figure
Go bigger, and you can be a sly hitter
Money make the world go round
(Round round and round)
Everybody want the sugar, everybody high, high as hell



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Writer(s): Arun Strickland
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