Hunna (The)

Trash
Well, look at me, look at me, I'm the boss I know everybody, I can take you to the top TikTok, TikTok, or else you get dropped I can't dance to your song, that's not hot I bet you'll never hear this on the radio, it's crazy, though I guess I need to start handin' out some fellatio Say that, do this, but don't do that Just don't be yourself, 'cause that is whack All they want is fucking money, money, money They don't care if hands get bloody, bloody, bloody Sign right here, have no fear, buddy Then they drag you through the dirt 'til it hurts I didn't know the gimmicks sold tickets I guess that's what you do when you're here for a minute "Emo's back" "What? I thought he was new?" "Dude, that's so 2002" All they want is fucking money, money, money They don't care if hands get bloody, bloody, bloody Sign right here, have no fear, buddy Then they drag you through the dirt 'til it hurts Designer suits but their still scummy, scummy, scummy They've got it all but they wanna rob it from me It's fucked up and it sucks, but it's true All I care about is money, money, money Trash From Letras Mania