Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Money, No Monday , by - Youth Killed It. Song from the album What's so Great, Britain?, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 04.10.2018
Record label: Rude
Song language: English
No Money, No Monday |
| And just a simple self employed man |
| Brains not good, so I use my hands |
| Up at the break of dawn |
| I beat the local rooster to an early yawn |
| A cup of tea to smooth the rough |
| No sugar as I’m sweet enough |
| It’s alright, it pays a decent amounts |
| But that’s what I thought until I checked my account |
| And I don’t work for free |
| I don’t do things for a little bit of XP |
| We ain’t shaking hands with each other |
| We ain’t shouting: «Nice one, brother!» |
| You think I’m joking but I’m not being funny |
| I won’t be turning up if you ain’t got my money |
| No money, no Monday |
| No money, no Monday |
| I didn’t sign as a debt collector |
| Through your books like an account inspector |
| I don’t mean to break your neck I |
| Just want what I’m owed and expect |
| I see you taking all the payments through |
| I just want your end of the bargain to hold true |
| I put my invoice into your inbox |
| So I want my money no more, no less |
| Put the transfer into your outbox |
| Make it rain in my account instead |