Chris Holloway Monies In The Bag текст песни, слова песни Monies In The Bag Chris Holloway
Chris Holloway - Monies In The Bag
Gonna...
Gonna fins a Mexican to love her in American ways
A box pistol fuller has to try to cure me
Spit that money
Way before the bullet
Protect my back
Look at the hands full of stick of me
I only got
Six shot on my revolver
Damn I really want a bullet
But I know what happens to me
When I chose to do it
My money is in the back [repeats]
Try to rub me
But now I never let them to get away
Once they run I am giving chase
It's the last time I let them see the light of day
The light of day
I got 99 problems and none of them solved
It's a bitch we got to fix and it ain't even yours
All the problems in the world couldn't make the truth any clearer
You stay in top of the line trying to convince yourself there's a difference
The line between fact and fiction always comes up missing
You staring at a dream and falling for the things called existence
Where is that? Don't lie to me
Don't lie to yourself
My money is in the back [repeats]
Keep your hands up
[Repeats]
Try to rub me
But now I never let them to get away
Once they run I am giving chase
It's the last time I let them see the light of day
The light of day
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