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Freakquencee - Queen Cash lyrics

Artist: Freakquencee

album: Queen Cash


Don't know how lucky you are
Daddy held your hand until your mommy bought your new car
Don't know how petty I am
Sittin in the corner yea I'm sure you'll be a big star
Queen cash is comin' on through
Actin' like I really fuckin owe you
Don't know lucky you are
Fake it till ya make it yea I know you'll be a big star
Oh Oh Oh Oh
How much you drop on them Jewels
And the clothes you got on?
How much you pay for that car
And that house that you own?
How many times you lit a candle
Cause the lights ain't come on?
I bet you spent a pretty penny on
That chick that you bone
My god the caucasity
Then you got the nerve
How dare you have the audacity?
You fake as Kardashians oh my god the kardasity
You high and saditty, my city counting the casualties
Say money, money, money
I need me some money now
Money gone done moved on over to the privileged part of town
Say money, money, money
I need me some money now
Money gone done moved on over
To the privileged part of town
You swipe in didn't take much
Head is swellin' up you got the Midas touch
Gold goblet drink it on down
Peter piper never lookin better with a gold crutch
Piecemeal Im playin my dues
Fuckin' with the fake until I earn a pair a new shoes
Queen cash is coming on through
Actin like I really fuckin owe you don't you
Owe you don't you
Oh yea
Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy
The way I'm chasing this paper
The way I'm chasing the dream
I always feel like a fiend
I know I seem a little vicious
But I'm really a queen
Don't settle less for anyone
I can't just do everything
Nothing new under sun the but
Some of this shit anything
The way the people feed in
It's so engaging to them
I'm tryna get in my zen
And have zillion in yen
And build a bridge and get over it
With a crib at the end
Sometimes I'm thirsty for attention
But I reel that shit in
Because I know that validation
Only comes from within
You see me
A duffle bag and a ballpoint pen
Call me queen cash
I get it poppington
I'm grinding for way more than a Benz
You can't see the vision
Then clean your lenses
Circle tight
Real close
More than your friends is
And keep a watchful eye
For the pretenders
With our hand out
Peace
I'm not a lender
And if it ain't about money
Return to sender
And if it ain't about money then you best
Return to sender
Piece meal Im playin my dues
Fuckin' w the fake until I earn a pair a new shoes
Queen cash is coming on through
Actin' like I really fuckin owe you don't you
Actin' like I really fuckin owe you don't you
Actin' like I really fuckin owe you don't you

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