作词 : K.O.R

作曲 : K.O.R

Man don feel alone with the money

Man do feel alone with no money

Man do feel alone with the money

Dollar dollar bill that could kill me

First thing in the morning is to open my account

Whatever left there for me is a damn bless to count

If u get it in ur pocket u should probably know

But the cash is going fast and they gone for once for all

More than more people been talking about me

F* some bad b s

Chase a check when ur not rich

They got nothing like this

She gon merry diamonds

Call it daddy like ur a son of b*

So don count on a ***** yeah

Getting the check done (done)

Getting the paper done (done)

Getting the **** done (done)

They murdering me like they had guns (clock*3)

For sure I need it done

For sure I need it done

For sure I need it done

For sure I need it done

Gold on my neck Green in my hand

We f*king for life Or should I regret

They used to turn they back on me

Now they begging me to put stick in it

Man should we all be motivated

Or just put more thoughts on it

All my friends out there they just dying

Working hard for something they don't even dive in

correct me if u ever been offended but I want to make some points

and make some difference

I used to feel so balls out

U don ripe my heart down

I told em I’m feeling all dat pride no money held my head down

But now u my faith gone

With u I can only face down

What a let down

Man don feel alone with the money

Man do feel alone with no money

Man do feel alone with the money

Dollar dollar bill that could kill me

Wonder if I ever been so selfish

All of a sudden no one here around me (yeah yeah)

I’ve been feeling downside about this (hey)

Blue as **** cuz u don see me struggling

Shining in the coupe im gone flexing with my crew

Tell me if I’m wrong but my best is yet to come

Choose ur ch*gga wisely they all mumble like they know som’

They don know bout **** I’m out playing this game too far

I don give a fk about no money

I don give a fk with no *****

I don give a fk if u don like me

I don give a fk cuz im happy

Man I was highly doubt it

Diss the money diss the weird society

Diss the money diss the girl betray me

Diss them all cuz they ever beat me

Love them all cuz I don really hate it

Ok I'm back,

remember when i used to be naive

as any happy dumb normal kid I could be

Flying kites and feed my dog with bugs I catch em with my hands

never worried about **** going on in em banks

Until one day I was told I’m not good enough cuz

I don come out of one

I didn't buy it then I told a girl I wish we go out to have some fun

That ***** told me I was a joke

She only want some money instead

Then I changed my mind as every boy would do for making things right

Cuz I start to understand that money means u come all fking prepared

No matter how u diss it u still no can not leave that behind