Money Maker

They say we ain't got the sounds
We ain't got the style to go the rounds
I won't let this go
No I am not your money maker
You really could've messed things up
You'd taken drugs that screwed you up
I won't let this go
No I am not your money maker

No you don't know me
No you don't know me

I refuse to be defined
Go on say what's on your mind
It's getting real boring
Let me tell the truth
'Cause it doesn't bother you
I think I kinda like it

So tell me how you like it now
Go on find my faults and write them down
I won't let this go
No I am not your money maker
So sick and tired of this scene
Say what you want but I won't agree
I won't let this go
No I am not your money maker

No you don't know me
No you don't know me

I refuse to be defined
Go on say what's on your mind
It's getting real boring
Let me tell the truth
'Cause it doesn't bother you
I think I kinda like it

I won't let this go
I won't ever let this go
No I won't let this go
I won't ever let this go
I say I won't let this go
I won't ever let this go
No I won't let this go
I won't ever let this go

Not your money maker
Not your money maker
Not your money maker
Not your money maker
Not your money maker

I refuse to be defined
Go on say what's on your mind
It's getting real boring
Let me tell the truth
'Cause it doesn't bother you
I think I kinda like it

I'm not your money maker



Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Oscar Wortley, Ryan Christopher Morris, Adam Ezekiel Nieuwenhuizen, Phillip Tyron Layley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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