Chorus .
You care about money?
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
All though so be where
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
What did you see happiness?
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
The bees fly to honey !
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
The first verse .
You are on everyone's mind
Bakal filled & quot; & quot ;, Crystal
Bitches sit on your piston ,
As the yacht to the pier .
They are carried out at you
And to your & quot; & quot ;, Maserati
You love to undress them
In his dungeon .
You love the mud at the party,
Love shocking !
Wasting cash on bitches
This is not your type !
When you're on stage ,
Your Mike - dangerous & quot; Desert Eagle & quot ;,
The crowd , like a leper ,
Dancing to a fresh single.
Inside, flirt and bass,
You're with her , like Vesuvius
( It's hot , like Vesuvius !)
Bees are flying out of the hive ...
And you started the engine,
Closed the window as & quot; Yandex & quot; browser,
Gritted his castle,
You were in your attic ...
she unbuttons
Your & quot; & quot ;, Armani
In the eyes of fire , & quot; Let's also ! & Quot ;,
And it will be trapped in the flesh !
The body trembling , & quot; scarcely ? & Quot;
In the eyes of fire , & quot; scarcely ? & Quot ;,
As you open your eyes ,
I woke up on my couch .
Chorus .
You care about money?
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
All though so be where
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
What did you see happiness?
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
The bees fly to honey !
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
The second verse .
You lie yourself, you 're lying to friends ,
You're lying to their fans .
You raging psychopath
And walking rope.
Well, your mat & quot; Cayenne & quot; -
- Rotten & quot; & quot ;, Deviatiny
And you dermantinovy Major,
I do not treat it, go to ...
All your heifer - dynamite -
- Rural sluts ,
You will read their tracks
Cheshesh about merit,
They dance like worms,
Under surrogate swill ,
Then call you for an encore :
& quot; Come on, rapper , sing us ! & quot ;.
Your race for glory
Bespontovye vain ,
You turned a guy
You have not all there ,
Your race for glory -
- Not an example ,
Your life is a race
The career of the bat.
And so fly
Year on the parapet ,
People around going forward,
You break the ego.
You should be aware of this :
( To know about it, know about it )
Lies can not become a success!
( Will not be able to become a success) .
Chorus .
You care about money?
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
All though so be where
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
What did you see happiness?
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !
The bees fly to honey !
Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks ! Money, fame and chicks !