Cashmoney

Song by No Rome

A lot of people I know

Or everyone, maybe

Just feels a great uselessness

You just, I mean, you're a human being

And, and, uh, it's all so big, you know

The world is so big

And there's, and like everything is just so

Untouchable and unreachable

That they just wanna do something

That they can be a part of

And they can, they can, like, mold

And they can make

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, run, run run

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Simmons my shoes and over me

All of my jeans mean much to me

I guess your time is luxury

We should rewind, pull back the seats

But your chain so heavy

Look still fine

Head so messy

Give it some time

Prada be the devil to my angel

Take your shoes off, they must be painful

Now

Only if you wanna go and do it

I won't ever have to make you do it

Only if you wanna go and prove it

Promise me that you will never lie

I could buy things that you would like

Dolce & Gabbana on a bag

Put Balenciaga on a cap

You can push your boy to the side

You know I could a better guy

Double-Cs is hanging over you

Only if you're telling me the truth

I don't really talk

I'm the type to go into it

And I'm pretty much sure

That you're fucking with a minuteman

Every time he try to get it

You stay, you stay intimate

So much you can adore

But you're over there losing it

Well, baby, let me show you how I drive

I can take you home on a Friday night

You can turn the lights off by your side

I guess that's the way we like it

Promise me that you will never lie

I could buy things that you would like

Dolce & Gabbana on a bag

Put Balenciaga on a cap

You can push your boy to the side

You know I could a better guy

Double-Cs is hanging over you

Only if you're telling me the truth

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, run, run run

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Promise me that you will never lie

I could buy things that you would like

Dolce & Gabbana on a bag

Put Balenciaga on a cap

You can push your boy to the side

You know I could a better guy

Double-Cs is hanging over you

Only if you're telling me the truth

Running, I go back

Running, I go back-back

Running, I go back

Running, run, run run