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Four bottles champagne
But I popped none
I just pop some molly take away all my pain
Desperate teenager
Sacrifice all that peace for money
But can you make it stay?
The money make them fake am
They'd do anything for the money
But for real the love e nor dey
They said the money makes life better
But I still think that's the money that fucks it up
But I'd rather be rich as fuck
If pain's the price then Feed Me More
Got 10 toes on the floor
Aje I no fit fall
They hoping that I fall on all this codeine that I pour
Hotbox in the back of a Lexus
Me & my niggas steady Dey fagbo
And sapa no fit stop us
K K dozz dey for the Wells Fargo
And it's obvious they no really love us
They no love us but they no fit stop us
And the Kaluba surplus
Plus their girlfriend wan still fuck us
When the MOB in the club just chill
When dem see me dem no fit focus
But u know me I'm just chill
No time for no Hocus Pocus
Four bottles champagne
But I popped none
I just pop some molly take away all my pain
Desperate teenager
Sacrifice all that peace for money
But can you make it stay?
The money make them fake am
They'd do anything for the money
But for real the love e nor dey
They said the money makes life better
But I still think that's the money that fucks it up
But I'd rather be rich as fuck
If pain's the price then Feed Me More
The pain it breaks my soul
But the money don't let it show
I'm dying dope & slow
God save my soul don't let me go
Been knocking at the door
If u love me let it show
Love got me paranoid
Shit got me tripping
Cuz it's too much fakers in here
Too much faking it got me thinking cud we be in hell