Money In the Casket (feat. Yung Chille)
Oh Lord don't you let me sell my soul
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a need the money for the fucking holidays
And I'm a need some money
For them fucking birthdays
And all those parking tickets
Going to fuck me real good
And I got these with prescription
But I wonder if I should
Get to sell sell selling
All my addie and my soul
See the devil in my dreams
Whispers let the bodies roll
Homie no I'm not a hero
I'm Caruso with the role
Just another dirty russo
Got the pockets with the holes
Money for my lady
Need the money for a show
All these rappers acting shady
How the fuck you gonna grow
I've been running out of options
So I take it and I run
I got to fake it just to make it
Being real never fun
Ever see the sun
When it rises and it sets
If you chasing the horizon
You don't know what to expect
So I stare it at the peak
And I'm a get what I'm a get
Either I'm a end up dead
Or end up in a private jet
There is no in between motherfucker
I need green motherfucker
I need walls big enough for a queen motherfucker
See the other shit you cannot see undercover
I'm a beast and a lover
I want cheese for my supper
Oh Lord don't you let me sell my soul
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a need the money just for fixing up the whip
Insurance think I'm dummy going to take me for a trip
Man they think I'm acting funny now some money for a clip
Homie better get to running 'bout to let my buddy rip
Loose change singles fives and tens
Hop into my wallet
You can be my friends
Twenties fifties hundreds too
Hop into my wallet
You can meet my crew
I don't need a debit
'Cause I bought that shit on credit ooh
I don't need to rent it
'Cause I bought that shit on credit too
Then I go forget it
So I publish 'fore I edit ooh
Bought it 'fore I read it
Where I'm headed gotta bet a few
Wait this gold is edible
Man this shit incredible
Just another addict
But I'm claiming that it's medical
Just another chemical
I'm bringing to my dome
But shit it brings me to my zone
Man I'm a feed a shark a loan
Now
Inhale exhale
Roll the bill
Don't be looking at the clock
You got some time to kill
Demons angels
On my back
'Bout to teach a man a lesson
I'm a be right back
Oh Lord don't you let me sell my soul
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a I need the money
Just for fixing up the whip
Insurance think im dummy
Going to take me for a trip
Man they think I'm acting funny
Now some money for a clip
Homie better get to running
'Bout to let my buddy rip
Oh Lord don't you let me sell my soul
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a need the money for the fucking holidays
And I'm a need some money
For them fucking birthdays
And all those parking tickets
Going to fuck me real good
And I got these with prescription
But I wonder if I should
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a need the money for the fucking holidays
And I'm a need some money
For them fucking birthdays
And all those parking tickets
Going to fuck me real good
And I got these with prescription
But I wonder if I should
Get to sell sell selling
All my addie and my soul
See the devil in my dreams
Whispers let the bodies roll
Homie no I'm not a hero
I'm Caruso with the role
Just another dirty russo
Got the pockets with the holes
Money for my lady
Need the money for a show
All these rappers acting shady
How the fuck you gonna grow
I've been running out of options
So I take it and I run
I got to fake it just to make it
Being real never fun
Ever see the sun
When it rises and it sets
If you chasing the horizon
You don't know what to expect
So I stare it at the peak
And I'm a get what I'm a get
Either I'm a end up dead
Or end up in a private jet
There is no in between motherfucker
I need green motherfucker
I need walls big enough for a queen motherfucker
See the other shit you cannot see undercover
I'm a beast and a lover
I want cheese for my supper
Oh Lord don't you let me sell my soul
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a need the money just for fixing up the whip
Insurance think I'm dummy going to take me for a trip
Man they think I'm acting funny now some money for a clip
Homie better get to running 'bout to let my buddy rip
Loose change singles fives and tens
Hop into my wallet
You can be my friends
Twenties fifties hundreds too
Hop into my wallet
You can meet my crew
I don't need a debit
'Cause I bought that shit on credit ooh
I don't need to rent it
'Cause I bought that shit on credit too
Then I go forget it
So I publish 'fore I edit ooh
Bought it 'fore I read it
Where I'm headed gotta bet a few
Wait this gold is edible
Man this shit incredible
Just another addict
But I'm claiming that it's medical
Just another chemical
I'm bringing to my dome
But shit it brings me to my zone
Man I'm a feed a shark a loan
Now
Inhale exhale
Roll the bill
Don't be looking at the clock
You got some time to kill
Demons angels
On my back
'Bout to teach a man a lesson
I'm a be right back
Oh Lord don't you let me sell my soul
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a I need the money
Just for fixing up the whip
Insurance think im dummy
Going to take me for a trip
Man they think I'm acting funny
Now some money for a clip
Homie better get to running
'Bout to let my buddy rip
Oh Lord don't you let me sell my soul
Please don't ever let me go
Now I've been doing good
But it rarely ever show
And I need money now
And I'm a need it down the road
And I'm a need the money for the fucking holidays
And I'm a need some money
For them fucking birthdays
And all those parking tickets
Going to fuck me real good
And I got these with prescription
But I wonder if I should
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Kudrow
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