| Intro:
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| They say, "SIL-A sold his soul to the devil."
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| I say: "I have enough money not to do this."
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| Chorus:
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| Don't blame me
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| Don't blame me
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| I love this money.
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| Don't blame me.
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| You understand me
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| You understand me
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| I love this money
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| So understand me
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| First couplet:
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| I love their smell and color
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| I love their directness
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| I love this bracelet
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| And for that chain.
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| They bazaar: "There is money, so you're not cool,"
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| And I believe that in the end both of them will die,
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| But they will live only by changing colors,
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| And what was a thousand years ago will always be.
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| I know poverty is not a vice, but there is a trait
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| And whoever is with money is lonely, lonely is not at all like that.
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| Whoever turns a word into lam is not the one who turns lam into words.
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| I count them all night, but I don't sleep in the morning,
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| I put them in every pocket, they're so close, ma.
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| We saw them in half, saw a new film.
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| So what do you want?
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| Tell me what do you want?
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| I need a house by the sea, but bro, away from Sochi.
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| I need a Maserari, with that juicy ass
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| I need a yacht for lyam, not wooden for sure.
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| Chorus:
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| Don't blame me
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| Don't blame me
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| I love this money.
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| Don't blame me.
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| You understand me
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| You understand me
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| I love this money
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| So understand me
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| Second couplet:
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| SIL-A, you're not cool
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| But listen, friend.
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| I don't lie and lay
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| What I live by.
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| I love, I repeat
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| Money is work
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| This is true, because if you broke,
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| Bitches will say fu.
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| So why are you plowing the day
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| For these coins
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| What are your verses for?
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| Do you want fame and success?
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| Do you want a groupis at concerts,
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| Do you want all these percentages,
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| So then again to read to everyone about
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| What kind of poor are you?
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| We are not hypocritical
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| Money for the conveyor
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| We are loved more and more
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| They believe in us more and more.
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| I'm not saying that all goats,
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| And we are fairies here
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| We just count money stupidly
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| Eight days a week.
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| Eight days a week
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| This is a diner
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| My favorite day,
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| When the money arrived.
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| Do you hear this sound?
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| We count money
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| I love my girlfriends
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| After all, my friends are money.
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| Chorus:
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| Don't blame me
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| Don't blame me
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| I love this money.
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| Don't blame me.
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| You understand me
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| You understand me
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| I love this money
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| So understand me |