Tell me
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
Why you
Tell me
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
Spent a couple days up in the stars
I think I'm dreamin
Find my way down to earth
I'm with the homies steady scheming
Fiendin for the chance to go and seize an opportunity
You think you stacking currency
Our stacks don't move congruently
Recently I find myself just tryna get it poppin
Put the beat up in a coffin go ahead and send the casket off
Call my plug in Belgium he gon go and send the jacket off
Knight riding with the homies, bae watching like Im Hasselhoff
On the highway riding dirty smokin on Kalashnikov
Rolled in woods, packed the kush, light it, bust the ratchet off
Been grinding I been working but I feel like i need more
I won't ever take no breaks til I can double park the Porsche
Til I'm pullin up in new Dior, that unreleased you can't afford
Taking private tours of mi casa on the spanish shore
That's what I been working for I know these people see it
It's got Kanaki and Jakob? it's a hit I guarantee it
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
I said i want it all and i want so much more
Tell them i quit my job im bout to go on tour
Envision myself with the stars
Hundreds in the drawer
Feet deep in sand of Caribbean shores
No more check to check
Im living off making the music
Done looking for answers
My mind runs lucid
Imma be the best me no questions asked
Who knew depression could fuel my profession
No looking back
I want the life not the money although cash wouldn't hurt
Just want my art up in your speakers
And my name on your shirt
Just wanna fashion model thing and to meet all my idols
Suicidal for the door when I pull off the vert
Shits in my vitals why you think I'm always strapped with verse
Ain't no clout chasing shit my sunglasses on Kurt
They tryna be the man they can't I'll put them boys in the dirt
Feel the music got me floating like I'm not from this earth
Shit is work and it irks me that these people can't see it
They can't perceive it all these motherf*ckers blind to the vision
20/20 for the sight I'm golden eye with the mission
Got these drugs all in my system, mix them shrooms with purp
Booted up to cop the Visvim, yeah the boots with the fur
Got a million thoughts a minute music freeing my mental
It's beneficial to my health boy this ain't incidental
Just want my circle to eating yeah we spreading the wealth
And that's why
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want the diamond chain
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want all the fame
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want the diamond chain
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why im gonna get to fame
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
Jakob Greigh - Intro (feat. Kanaki) Lyrics
Jakob Greigh - Intro (feat. Kanaki) Lyrics
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English
Tell me
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
Why you
Tell me
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
Spent a couple days up in the stars
I think I'm dreamin
Find my way down to earth
I'm with the homies steady scheming
Fiendin for the chance to go and seize an opportunity
You think you stacking currency
Our stacks don't move congruently
Recently I find myself just tryna get it poppin
Put the beat up in a coffin go ahead and send the casket off
Call my plug in Belgium he gon go and send the jacket off
Knight riding with the homies, bae watching like Im Hasselhoff
On the highway riding dirty smokin on Kalashnikov
Rolled in woods, packed the kush, light it, bust the ratchet off
Been grinding I been working but I feel like i need more
I won't ever take no breaks til I can double park the Porsche
Til I'm pullin up in new Dior, that unreleased you can't afford
Taking private tours of mi casa on the spanish shore
That's what I been working for I know these people see it
It's got Kanaki and Jakob? it's a hit I guarantee it
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
I said i want it all and i want so much more
Tell them i quit my job im bout to go on tour
Envision myself with the stars
Hundreds in the drawer
Feet deep in sand of Caribbean shores
No more check to check
Im living off making the music
Done looking for answers
My mind runs lucid
Imma be the best me no questions asked
Who knew depression could fuel my profession
No looking back
I want the life not the money although cash wouldn't hurt
Just want my art up in your speakers
And my name on your shirt
Just wanna fashion model thing and to meet all my idols
Suicidal for the door when I pull off the vert
Shits in my vitals why you think I'm always strapped with verse
Ain't no clout chasing shit my sunglasses on Kurt
They tryna be the man they can't I'll put them boys in the dirt
Feel the music got me floating like I'm not from this earth
Shit is work and it irks me that these people can't see it
They can't perceive it all these motherf*ckers blind to the vision
20/20 for the sight I'm golden eye with the mission
Got these drugs all in my system, mix them shrooms with purp
Booted up to cop the Visvim, yeah the boots with the fur
Got a million thoughts a minute music freeing my mental
It's beneficial to my health boy this ain't incidental
Just want my circle to eating yeah we spreading the wealth
And that's why
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want the diamond chain
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want all the fame
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want the diamond chain
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why im gonna get to fame
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
Why you
Tell me
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
Spent a couple days up in the stars
I think I'm dreamin
Find my way down to earth
I'm with the homies steady scheming
Fiendin for the chance to go and seize an opportunity
You think you stacking currency
Our stacks don't move congruently
Recently I find myself just tryna get it poppin
Put the beat up in a coffin go ahead and send the casket off
Call my plug in Belgium he gon go and send the jacket off
Knight riding with the homies, bae watching like Im Hasselhoff
On the highway riding dirty smokin on Kalashnikov
Rolled in woods, packed the kush, light it, bust the ratchet off
Been grinding I been working but I feel like i need more
I won't ever take no breaks til I can double park the Porsche
Til I'm pullin up in new Dior, that unreleased you can't afford
Taking private tours of mi casa on the spanish shore
That's what I been working for I know these people see it
It's got Kanaki and Jakob? it's a hit I guarantee it
Why do you want the money
Want the cars
Why do you want the diamond chain
Why do you want to be a star
Tell me
I said i want it all and i want so much more
Tell them i quit my job im bout to go on tour
Envision myself with the stars
Hundreds in the drawer
Feet deep in sand of Caribbean shores
No more check to check
Im living off making the music
Done looking for answers
My mind runs lucid
Imma be the best me no questions asked
Who knew depression could fuel my profession
No looking back
I want the life not the money although cash wouldn't hurt
Just want my art up in your speakers
And my name on your shirt
Just wanna fashion model thing and to meet all my idols
Suicidal for the door when I pull off the vert
Shits in my vitals why you think I'm always strapped with verse
Ain't no clout chasing shit my sunglasses on Kurt
They tryna be the man they can't I'll put them boys in the dirt
Feel the music got me floating like I'm not from this earth
Shit is work and it irks me that these people can't see it
They can't perceive it all these motherf*ckers blind to the vision
20/20 for the sight I'm golden eye with the mission
Got these drugs all in my system, mix them shrooms with purp
Booted up to cop the Visvim, yeah the boots with the fur
Got a million thoughts a minute music freeing my mental
It's beneficial to my health boy this ain't incidental
Just want my circle to eating yeah we spreading the wealth
And that's why
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want the diamond chain
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want all the fame
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why i want the diamond chain
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
That's why i want the money
Want the cars
That's why im gonna get to fame
That's why im gonna be a star
Listen
Writer: Evan Kanakidis, Jacob Nava
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid