Top Songs By Cal Scruby
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Scruby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corbett
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
I got to go, I'm on a run I got a lot of shit I got to get away from
I don't think I've seen the sun in eight months
Sitting in the rain, getting day-drunk (getting day-drunk)
I ain't play dumb when the doctor said to only take one
So I'm becoming better, get a ray gun
Wish a motherfucker would say something, uhh
Don't blame me, daydreamers label ADHD
Making money, but I still ain't making more than men who make memes
In they late teens and the women that'll get in bed
And get the camera ready, spread they legs and say cheese
There's a lot of ways to make a dollar, but there's not a lot of ways to break free (break free)
Every time that I make more money (more money)
The IRS will come and take that from me (take that from me)
Scare money, don't make no money (no money)
You know what I'm thinking? (The bank got money)
If you hardly getting paid, at a job you fucking hate
Tell the boss I quit this shit, let's go rob the fucking bank
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Yeah, I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick
Let's go rob the fucking (-)
Did you hear that?
Crickets
It's like when I first did shows, had to open up and they ain't sell no tickets
And I only got five 10, 15 minutes
So I got a lot to say when I drop the eight O eight, pay attention (oh, shit)
What if I told myself at a younger age I'd be stuck in a cube 300 days to make what?
Less than a 100k? (yeah, no shit)
You can't tell me what to do or what to say
Can't be overused and underpaid, guess I gotta choose another way
Every time that I make more money (more money)
The IRS will come and take that from me (take that from me)
Scare money, don't make no money (no money)
You know what I'm thinking? (I'll take that money)
If you hardly getting paid, at a job you fucking hate
Tell the boss I quit this shit, let's go rob the fucking bank
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Yeah, I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Scare money, don't make money I'm terrified of a bitch coming through
Verified that she very fine and we link up, and we sharing wine and I wake up, wonder where am I?
Then in nine months, could've swear it's mine but I'm white, she's white and that baby's not, so maybe not
Shit, anything goes these days, I think everybody knows
Everybody tricking, everybody hoes
Everybody sell they body what they sold
Everybody trying to make a living work until they die, just the way it go, 'cause the rent is high and the pay is low don't wonder why we all broke
If you hardly getting paid, at a job you fucking hate
Tell the boss I quit this shit, let's go rob the fucking bank
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Yeah, I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Bank money and I need it now
More money and I need it now
Yeah, I quit, I'ma go hit this lick real quick
Let's go rob the fucking bank
Written by: Calvin Scruby