Just Like Money

Woop! Feeling like a rockstar. Rockstar.

Yeah, yeah.

Look all I know is setlists

From concerts to writing songs that you’re impressed with

And constantly I’ve been wondering how to rest

When I get nothing but pressure building up

At every chance that I get from my friends

Nowadays feels like they needing me

If you’re my fam, why does this feel like a meet-and-greet?

Is one advance big enough to start believing me?

I’m working hard to pay for you, you’re working hard to hang with me

That’s crazy.

Cling to the sleeves I bought

Acting like I’m a God

First time that I’ve seen through your intentions

Yeah yeah

Do you kiss me now?

Cause my breath tastes just like money?

Dripping off my lips like honey.

Yeah

Do you touch me now?

Cause my skin feels just like money?

If I ain’t have it, would you want me?

Baby tell me what you do for the money

Money, money, yeah yeah.

Baby tell me what you do for the money

Money, money, yeah yeah yeah

(Whoa) Yeah

Look. Do you need a handout little baby?

Do you need someone to hold your hand now little baby?

I just feel like instead of working, you’re being lazy

Constructing nothing but causing a ruckus when I ain’t paying

Trying to ride the Carter train, what’s the purpose?

The people claiming that they made me don’t deserve it

I’m the only one throwing coals in my furnace

And they think they’re starting fires but they’re really burning bridges

And they can’t control it, nah.

Cling to the sleeves I bought (I bought)

Acting like I’m a God

First time that I’ve seen through your intentions

Woo

Do you kiss me now? (Me now)

Cause my breath tastes just like money? (Like money?)

Dripping off my lips like honey. (Yeah)

Yeah

Do you touch me now? (Do you touch me now?)

Cause my skin feels just like money? (Like money)

If I ain’t have it, would you want me? (Would you want me?)

Baby tell me what you do for the

Money, money, money, money

(Money, money, money, money, money, money)

(Money, money, money, money, money, money)

Do you kiss me now?

Cause my breath tastes just like money?

Dripping off my lips like honey.

Yeah

Do you touch me now?

Cause my skin feels just like money?

If I ain’t have it, would you want me?

Baby tell me what you do for the money

Money, money, yeah yeah.

Baby tell me what you do for the money

Money, money, yeah yeah yeah

(Whoa) Yeah