MO$hPIT
(Power and the money)
They used to not see me, I feel like a Stevie
Now your kids wanna be me
I run around with my team
Run around my city
Fuck the media bla bla
Fuck the media
Brrrr, shot for everyone
I don't think they ready for this shit
No, no, no, I don't think they're ready
Are you ready?
Look me in my eyes
I wear Louis V, cause it makes me feel warm
Jacket on me hides a gun under arm
I come from the city where nobody lives long
We're scared of police, not scared of drugs
Used to wanna escape, now just give me the paper
I'm done, booked a plane one way ticket to Bali
We're one minute entertainers
Next minute criminals
My G Wagon moving slowly
Out the window "Fuck the Law"
Lot of pain, feel like a star
Behind the shades I am scared
But I'm not scared, am I enough
Real us, come out at dark
Come in the dark, come in the dark
Come in the dark, come in the dark
I throw it up and watch it burn, like a Molotov
I throw it up and watch it burn
You lift me up, is it love?
Is it love? Is it love?
Is it love? Is it love?
Is it love? Love, love, love, love
Am I not enough?
Is it love? Love, love, love
They used to not see me, I feel like a Stevie
Now your kids wanna be me
I run around with my team
Run around my city
Fuck the media bla bla
Fuck the media
Brrrr, shot for everyone
I don't think they ready for this shit
No, no, no, I don't think they're ready
Are you ready?
Look me in my eyes
I wear Louis V, cause it makes me feel warm
Jacket on me hides a gun under arm
I come from the city where nobody lives long
We're scared of police, not scared of drugs
Used to wanna escape, now just give me the paper
I'm done, booked a plane one way ticket to Bali
We're one minute entertainers
Next minute criminals
My G Wagon moving slowly
Out the window "Fuck the Law"
Lot of pain, feel like a star
Behind the shades I am scared
But I'm not scared, am I enough
Real us, come out at dark
Come in the dark, come in the dark
Come in the dark, come in the dark
I throw it up and watch it burn, like a Molotov
I throw it up and watch it burn
You lift me up, is it love?
Is it love? Is it love?
Is it love? Is it love?
Is it love? Love, love, love, love
Am I not enough?
Is it love? Love, love, love
Credits
Writer(s): Dmitriy Zaviyalov, Egor Mutovkin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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