歌词
2020 people still the same bla bla on the tv's i still ate the hate, plata o plomo, plata o Plomo, bang bang, they don't mess i'm in to the ring of fire with the cash
Welcome to the world, rain some paper god, angels in the dollars, devils in the globe See what's on my head, numbers represents, my role in this current hierarchy of money Makers bro
Count it, sort it, bet it, spend more than you can earn more on the starving people, easy
Count it, sort it, bet it, earn much more you can put the money in the ass like nicky
Count it, sort it, bet it become blind, become blind, become blind, become blind
Count it, sort it, bet it, we shall be ashamed but it looks fine
Money in the hands and they call cops, money in the banks and they call cops, blood on The hands and they call cops, wine in the banks and them shot cops
Money in the head, little slaves of the bag, dollars exchange in a world of dead men Blood on the hands of a blind cop, blood on the hands of our children
Do you want it more?
(YES)
Do they want it more?
(YES)
Do I want it more?
(YES)
Respect the barcode
Cash cash, drive us all to crash crash, swinging on the
Neck rec, just the moment when I wrap the cord and then i jump
2020 people still the same bla bla bla on the tv's i still ate the hate
Eat the plomo, feed the plata, move the mass, i don't mess i'm into the ring of fire with The cash
Work to make money, live to spend money, forgot the next cause the next is your slayer
Work for the money live for the money sell out the next cause the next is just merch
Count it, sort it, bet it, spend more than you can earn more on the starving people, easy
Count it, sort it, bet it, earn much more you can put the money in the ass like nicky
Count it, sort it, bet it become blind, become blind, become blind, become blind
Count it, sort it, bet it, we shall be ashamed but it looks fine
Money in the hands and they call cops, money in the banks and they call cops, blood on The hands and they call cops, wine in the banks and them shot cops
Money in the head, little slaves of the bag, dollars exchange in a world of dead men Blood on the hands of a blind cop, blood on the hands of our children
Do you want it more?
(YES)
Do they want it more?
(YES)
Do I want it more?
(YES)
Respect the barcode
Cash cash, drive us all to crash crash, swinging on the
Neck rec, just the moment when I wrap the cord and then i jump
Oh!
LITD bitch!