MONEY POWER FAME Lyrics by Lil Darkie is a New English song sung by popular rapper Lil Darkie. Lyrics of this song are written by Lil Darkie and music produced by Wendigo.
Song Details
Singer : Lil Darkie
Lyrics : Lil Darkie
Music : Wendigo
MONEY POWER FAME Lyrics
We’re all adrenaline
Adrenaline for the global elite
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahahaha
Responsibility to work for the army
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Money), yeah (Money), yeah (Money)
Yeah (Money), power (Money), power (Money), power (Money)
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherf**ker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherf**ker
F**k what you think, what you drink, scum motherf**ker
Stay to the way that we think now, motherf**ker, ugh
Money (Yeah, huh), money (Yeah, huh), money (Yeah, huh), money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, power), money (Yeah, power), money (Yeah, power), money (Yeah, power)
Sell your soul, give them everything you own (Everything you own)
Keep your eyes on your TV and your phone (And your phone)
Poison in the water, everybody knows (Everybody knows)
Go to work and sell your motherf**kin’ soul (F**k your soul)
No more ice when the temperature turn the f**k up (Turn the f**k up)
Everyone lies, everybody tryna turn the f**k up
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherf**ker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherf**ker
F**k what you think, what you drink, scum motherf**ker
Stay to the way that we think now, motherf**ker, ugh
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherf**ker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherf**ker
F**k what you think, what you drink, scum motherf**ker
Stay to the way that we think now, motherf**ker, ugh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, money (Yeah), money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Power)
Money (Power), money (Power), money (Power), money (Power)
Money (Power)
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, uh
You all want the same thing, let my nuts hangs, dangle and swang (Yean)
Pinky ring size of a plane, uh
Spider Gang, Lil Darkie on that sh*t that make yo’ mama faint, uh
In the whip (Skrrt), f**kin’ up the paint, uh
Fake people actin’ real
But I know that you ain’t, uh
I know that you fake
Uh, I can see the signs (Yeah)
Sell your souls and both your eyes so that you go blind
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
F**k you
….? flowers and buy visual guns
The army
The army, the army, the army, the army