Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Ayy, ya
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
You're craving for balenciaga
I'm still rocking my Reeboks and Kappa
Fame brings pain, fake beef and some drama
It's a blessing and depression, singing oh ladidada
You're going out
You're going out
Selling your soul for the pleasure of the crowd
The people turned the tables, you still think you got the clout
All these gold rings got you floating on cloud nine
Head to toes preme, so I guess you're super rich
All that money that you spend, but you still look like a bitch
With those clothes that you're wearing I wouldn't take the trash out
Blue or red pill, you chose to be cashed out
You want what I want
And this really ain't a front
Did the path that you did take maybe gone wrong?
We all want the same
Passion, money, sex, fame
It's the bis, it's the game
That shit f*cks up my brain
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Super rich and super famous
I'm so tired by their greatness
Shouldn't have to say that
Please get some education
Instead of medication
24/7 Racing
When you should be patient
Yeah, i do it for the money 'cause i want to live
Forget your roots in this cruel soul-sucking bis
You f*cking lose if you choose to not take the risk
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
F*cking hold up
Please just wait a minute
Now you blow up
But that's not the limit
Now you're sitting in the front row at the grammy awards
But again you're not winning any award
You want what I want
And this really ain't a front
Did the path that you did take maybe gone wrong?
We all want the same
Passion, money, sex, fame
It's the bis, it's the game
That shit f*cks up my brain
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
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Farouche - Passion Over Money Lyrics
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Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Ayy, ya
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
You're craving for balenciaga
I'm still rocking my Reeboks and Kappa
Fame brings pain, fake beef and some drama
It's a blessing and depression, singing oh ladidada
You're going out
You're going out
Selling your soul for the pleasure of the crowd
The people turned the tables, you still think you got the clout
All these gold rings got you floating on cloud nine
Head to toes preme, so I guess you're super rich
All that money that you spend, but you still look like a bitch
With those clothes that you're wearing I wouldn't take the trash out
Blue or red pill, you chose to be cashed out
You want what I want
And this really ain't a front
Did the path that you did take maybe gone wrong?
We all want the same
Passion, money, sex, fame
It's the bis, it's the game
That shit f*cks up my brain
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Super rich and super famous
I'm so tired by their greatness
Shouldn't have to say that
Please get some education
Instead of medication
24/7 Racing
When you should be patient
Yeah, i do it for the money 'cause i want to live
Forget your roots in this cruel soul-sucking bis
You f*cking lose if you choose to not take the risk
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
F*cking hold up
Please just wait a minute
Now you blow up
But that's not the limit
Now you're sitting in the front row at the grammy awards
But again you're not winning any award
You want what I want
And this really ain't a front
Did the path that you did take maybe gone wrong?
We all want the same
Passion, money, sex, fame
It's the bis, it's the game
That shit f*cks up my brain
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
Ayy, ya
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
You're craving for balenciaga
I'm still rocking my Reeboks and Kappa
Fame brings pain, fake beef and some drama
It's a blessing and depression, singing oh ladidada
You're going out
You're going out
Selling your soul for the pleasure of the crowd
The people turned the tables, you still think you got the clout
All these gold rings got you floating on cloud nine
Head to toes preme, so I guess you're super rich
All that money that you spend, but you still look like a bitch
With those clothes that you're wearing I wouldn't take the trash out
Blue or red pill, you chose to be cashed out
You want what I want
And this really ain't a front
Did the path that you did take maybe gone wrong?
We all want the same
Passion, money, sex, fame
It's the bis, it's the game
That shit f*cks up my brain
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Super rich and super famous
I'm so tired by their greatness
Shouldn't have to say that
Please get some education
Instead of medication
24/7 Racing
When you should be patient
Yeah, i do it for the money 'cause i want to live
Forget your roots in this cruel soul-sucking bis
You f*cking lose if you choose to not take the risk
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
F*cking hold up
Please just wait a minute
Now you blow up
But that's not the limit
Now you're sitting in the front row at the grammy awards
But again you're not winning any award
You want what I want
And this really ain't a front
Did the path that you did take maybe gone wrong?
We all want the same
Passion, money, sex, fame
It's the bis, it's the game
That shit f*cks up my brain
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Passion over money that's a certain thing
Either way I want to bath in the purple rain
I don't do it for the fame, do it for the fam
You used to say the same, then the money rang
Rang rang rang
Writer: Luca Borger, Simon Heller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid