high stakes Songtext
von Worldcorp Enterprises
high stakes Songtext
Walk in the room and I know they all know
And if they don′t know, put on a little show
Leave someone close cold dead in the snow
Ice cold like a brain freeze, make them say "woah"
When your wallet's this green you always gotta go
Keep your mind real clean keep your pockets out the blow
Give my bro a check pay rolling out the dough
Everyone I′m with, head down, move slow
Fat cat, who watches his weight
All I did was call up, now I hold a fat steak
Big stakes getting me a house on a lake
All you guys big fakes, don't make no mistakes This ain't all we do, fuck all the critics
More than one front man, check the analytics
This money′s got me turning my back on the misses
Got a high PH ′cause I'm super acidic
What does PH mean? "Penis hat"?
Constantly change where I′m spending all my weekends at
Never get used to where I happen to be sleeping at
Moving so much been up and down the east and back
No time to chat gotta keep it moving fast
Flying first class, whole team top brass
Money in the stash, duffle bag full of cash
Thinking about the past, broke another glass
(You're killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
(You′re killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
He's just some Forex trader with no clear major
Call him the savior like born in a manger
Hit me on my pager, get back to you later
Handcannon, pockmarks, face full of craters
Well, time to pack up and leave
Bombs been planted like a hand full of seeds
Got guys on the corner like, "Man, what do you need?"
It′s all wealth to me, don't give a damn 'bout greed, and
He′s not no big-nose kike, though
Like a synagogue when they write the late night shows
Goldberg, Bernstein, listen here, Shlomo
Get your things, I think it′s time for you to go home
Sorry, went against the plan
Sick of the headlines on the papers at the stand
"Extree, extree", it's all a big scam
Publishing lies to make a couple hundred grand
What′s a man to do in a world like this?
Live my whole life to get burnt to a crisp
They open their mouth to regurgitate shit
With some coins in my fist, a .45 on my hip
What's a man to do in a world like this?
Live my whole life to get burnt to a crisp
They open their mouth to regurgitate shit
With some coins in my fist, a .45 on my hip
(You think I give a shit?)
(You′re killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
(You're killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
Yeah
And if they don′t know, put on a little show
Leave someone close cold dead in the snow
Ice cold like a brain freeze, make them say "woah"
When your wallet's this green you always gotta go
Keep your mind real clean keep your pockets out the blow
Give my bro a check pay rolling out the dough
Everyone I′m with, head down, move slow
Fat cat, who watches his weight
All I did was call up, now I hold a fat steak
Big stakes getting me a house on a lake
All you guys big fakes, don't make no mistakes This ain't all we do, fuck all the critics
More than one front man, check the analytics
This money′s got me turning my back on the misses
Got a high PH ′cause I'm super acidic
What does PH mean? "Penis hat"?
Constantly change where I′m spending all my weekends at
Never get used to where I happen to be sleeping at
Moving so much been up and down the east and back
No time to chat gotta keep it moving fast
Flying first class, whole team top brass
Money in the stash, duffle bag full of cash
Thinking about the past, broke another glass
(You're killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
(You′re killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
He's just some Forex trader with no clear major
Call him the savior like born in a manger
Hit me on my pager, get back to you later
Handcannon, pockmarks, face full of craters
Well, time to pack up and leave
Bombs been planted like a hand full of seeds
Got guys on the corner like, "Man, what do you need?"
It′s all wealth to me, don't give a damn 'bout greed, and
He′s not no big-nose kike, though
Like a synagogue when they write the late night shows
Goldberg, Bernstein, listen here, Shlomo
Get your things, I think it′s time for you to go home
Sorry, went against the plan
Sick of the headlines on the papers at the stand
"Extree, extree", it's all a big scam
Publishing lies to make a couple hundred grand
What′s a man to do in a world like this?
Live my whole life to get burnt to a crisp
They open their mouth to regurgitate shit
With some coins in my fist, a .45 on my hip
What's a man to do in a world like this?
Live my whole life to get burnt to a crisp
They open their mouth to regurgitate shit
With some coins in my fist, a .45 on my hip
(You think I give a shit?)
(You′re killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
(You're killing yourself and you think I give a fuck, huh?)
Yeah
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