I wanna be a millionaire before I’m 30
But saying that out loud is probably gonna hurt me.
Got nothing from our label.
Bitch, pay me what you owe me.
If you play guitar you can’t want things
And if you really love me,
You should want the best for me.
Everyone is sad when
When bands break up,
Well, guess guess guess guess what?
They’re defeated as fuck.
Shamed out of money
By their own culture
Nice to fucking meet you,
Let’s get a little see-though.
(Watch What Happens Next)
I like cool shirts
I like cold rings
I want a big house
I want nice things.
I want jet packs for all my friends
That want a big house
And want nice things.
You don’t love me the same.
It’s such a fucking shame
I don’t deserve as much
As all your pop faves.
You wanna hear my art
But only on your terms
So learn these fucking words.
I like cool shirts
I like cold rings
I want a big house
I want nice things.
I want jet packs for all my friends
That want a big house
And want nice things.
I don’t think people realize
How they’re fucking us up.
I put autotune on Worst and
Caught all their disgust.
Hip hop can do what—
-ever it wants
