Lyrics

Like an illusion Sleight of the hand Take it from me Enjoy while you can Why so elusive Despite what I said Riffling round Knife to your neck I feel like moving Shaving my head I'm breaking out Cold sweats I'm still Over your head Open the room Over confess Sometimes I take it too far I need my side to be square I said whatever you want You can't pay me enough I keep going like Holyfield No I ain't holding no punches Keep on holding your day job I need my money in bunches Bunches I need my money in bunches Bunches I need my money in bunches Bunches I need my money in bunches Bunches I need my money in bunches Bunches I need a ton I need a ton Weight Carry it out I need a whole case I need a fund I need a fundraise Some days I wanna run I wanna runway Too much to count I wanna estate I wanna son I wanna sundae Some day