Imported!
Nothing you say is worth rapping
Most of these bitches out here straight capping
Most of these rappers out here straight crap and
You can't tell the difference; still buy tickets and listen
I make money like a boss
Only question I still ask is, "What it cost?"
I might not ask that with one more M
Circle back a year and ask again
Most of the people I meet are straight bitches
Only thing they want is fame and attention
Fiending for the clicks like an addiction. They're itching
Talking to my wife like, "Look at all these chickens!"
I might make making money a trend
The more I spend, the more it feels pretend
Swimming in shark tanks, asleep in dragon dens
Only thing to do when you make it's make it again
It's boring
Everything important ain't imported
Limitless opportunities with every order
Money is a drug. Your thinking gets distorted
I like living large and eating fresh
Fucking on the beach, walking more, talking less
Look up at the stars - I can feel it in my chest
Feeling small like a speck
Nothing you say is worth rapping
Most of these bitches out here straight capping
Most of these rappers out here straight crap and
You can't tell the difference; still buy tickets and listen
Most of these bitches out here straight capping
Most of these rappers out here straight crap and
You can't tell the difference; still buy tickets and listen
I make money like a boss
Only question I still ask is, "What it cost?"
I might not ask that with one more M
Circle back a year and ask again
Most of the people I meet are straight bitches
Only thing they want is fame and attention
Fiending for the clicks like an addiction. They're itching
Talking to my wife like, "Look at all these chickens!"
I might make making money a trend
The more I spend, the more it feels pretend
Swimming in shark tanks, asleep in dragon dens
Only thing to do when you make it's make it again
It's boring
Everything important ain't imported
Limitless opportunities with every order
Money is a drug. Your thinking gets distorted
I like living large and eating fresh
Fucking on the beach, walking more, talking less
Look up at the stars - I can feel it in my chest
Feeling small like a speck
Nothing you say is worth rapping
Most of these bitches out here straight capping
Most of these rappers out here straight crap and
You can't tell the difference; still buy tickets and listen
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Writer(s): Peter Karozos
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