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Queso Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Webby
Length: 3:25
Written by: Christian Webster, Jake Anthony Procanik




Chris Webby - Queso Lyrics
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I don't give a f*ck about your queso
F*ck your pepper jack, your cheddar, f*ck your gorganzol
Yeah, listen, listen
I don't give a f*ck if you get paid mo'
Money doesn't make a man, I got my own dough

Give a f*ck if you're a baller, a boss, a high roller
I got my own queso
Call me Young Qdoba
Cashin' in the bounty
I been readin' Book of Boba Fett, yes, bet
Get them checks sent over, yeah, yeah
See I got my own shit happenin'
You flashin' your money 'round
That shit isn't flatterin'
You should be investin' and settin' up makin' passive ends
'Stead you throw it at the strippers tryna get some ass and
Man, I think that shit is whack if I'm bein' honest about it
The brokest motherf*ckers always seem to be the loudest
While those same strippers comes up to me 'cause they smell the money
See, but I'm like, "Hold up, bitch, I'm busy texting my accountant"
Oh, you got a hunnid' thousand? Oh, you got a f*ckin' Lambo?
And you got an icy watch? You must be the man, bro
Shit, I got bread too, I don't give a damn though
Money doesn't make the man, yo
So listen, listen, listen

I don't give a f*ck about your queso
F*ck your pepper jack, your cheddar, f*ck your gorganzol
Yeah, listen, listen
I don't give a f*ck if you get paid mo'
Money doesn't make a man, I got my own dough
Yeah, listen listen
I don't give a f*ck about your peso's
I don't give a f*ck about your diamonds and your gold
Yeah, listen, listen
Still they call me Simon when I say so
Because I been cheffin' in the kitchen, let 'em know (yeah)

It could drug money
It could be blood money
It could be that escort paying for some love money
It could be that super rich dad trust fund money
It could be that settle out of court, shh, hush money
Gotta find a way of diversifying the net
Wash it if it's dirty but then use it to invest
You could hide your checks
Go and try your best, but ain't nobody running from the IRS
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
Money runs it all still
Federal Reserve has been givin' us a raw deal
Handin' us these green pieces of paper we call bills
Stack us with expenses we also happen to call bills, hmm
And they change what it's worth on us
It's so hard to keep up with the finance shit show
Listen you just gotta go and put it all in crypto
Well they tax that now too, life's a bitch, yo
Go and make it rain, yeah
Throw that money all wild
Run around thinkin' you're a motherf*cking Rothschild
While the real Rothschild's lookin' at your bread spent
Havin' them a laugh at the stupid little peasants
We do not control money
No, we do not own money
If you work hard, make a livin' and you grow money
They just raise your taxes and they tell you that you owe money
To remind you it ain't your money
So listen, listen, listen

I don't give a f*ck about your queso
F*ck your pepper jack, your cheddar, f*ck your gorganzol
Yeah, listen, listen
I don't give a f*ck if you get paid mo'
Money doesn't make a man, I got my own dough
Yeah, listen listen
I don't give a f*ck about your peso's
I don't give a f*ck about your diamonds and your gold
Yeah, listen, listen
Still they call me Simon when I say so
Because I been cheffin' in the kitchen, let 'em know
Yeah, listen, listen
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I don't give a f*ck about your queso
F*ck your pepper jack, your cheddar, f*ck your gorganzol
Yeah, listen, listen
I don't give a f*ck if you get paid mo'
Money doesn't make a man, I got my own dough

Give a f*ck if you're a baller, a boss, a high roller
I got my own queso
Call me Young Qdoba
Cashin' in the bounty
I been readin' Book of Boba Fett, yes, bet
Get them checks sent over, yeah, yeah
See I got my own shit happenin'
You flashin' your money 'round
That shit isn't flatterin'
You should be investin' and settin' up makin' passive ends
'Stead you throw it at the strippers tryna get some ass and
Man, I think that shit is whack if I'm bein' honest about it
The brokest motherf*ckers always seem to be the loudest
While those same strippers comes up to me 'cause they smell the money
See, but I'm like, "Hold up, bitch, I'm busy texting my accountant"
Oh, you got a hunnid' thousand? Oh, you got a f*ckin' Lambo?
And you got an icy watch? You must be the man, bro
Shit, I got bread too, I don't give a damn though
Money doesn't make the man, yo
So listen, listen, listen

I don't give a f*ck about your queso
F*ck your pepper jack, your cheddar, f*ck your gorganzol
Yeah, listen, listen
I don't give a f*ck if you get paid mo'
Money doesn't make a man, I got my own dough
Yeah, listen listen
I don't give a f*ck about your peso's
I don't give a f*ck about your diamonds and your gold
Yeah, listen, listen
Still they call me Simon when I say so
Because I been cheffin' in the kitchen, let 'em know (yeah)

It could drug money
It could be blood money
It could be that escort paying for some love money
It could be that super rich dad trust fund money
It could be that settle out of court, shh, hush money
Gotta find a way of diversifying the net
Wash it if it's dirty but then use it to invest
You could hide your checks
Go and try your best, but ain't nobody running from the IRS
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
Money runs it all still
Federal Reserve has been givin' us a raw deal
Handin' us these green pieces of paper we call bills
Stack us with expenses we also happen to call bills, hmm
And they change what it's worth on us
It's so hard to keep up with the finance shit show
Listen you just gotta go and put it all in crypto
Well they tax that now too, life's a bitch, yo
Go and make it rain, yeah
Throw that money all wild
Run around thinkin' you're a motherf*cking Rothschild
While the real Rothschild's lookin' at your bread spent
Havin' them a laugh at the stupid little peasants
We do not control money
No, we do not own money
If you work hard, make a livin' and you grow money
They just raise your taxes and they tell you that you owe money
To remind you it ain't your money
So listen, listen, listen

I don't give a f*ck about your queso
F*ck your pepper jack, your cheddar, f*ck your gorganzol
Yeah, listen, listen
I don't give a f*ck if you get paid mo'
Money doesn't make a man, I got my own dough
Yeah, listen listen
I don't give a f*ck about your peso's
I don't give a f*ck about your diamonds and your gold
Yeah, listen, listen
Still they call me Simon when I say so
Because I been cheffin' in the kitchen, let 'em know
Yeah, listen, listen
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Writer: Christian Webster, Jake Anthony Procanik
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