Money faced, body faked and
Personality sucked, no I'm not your
Rich boy lover, who can't see through
Your plastic, all your intentions

You're the type, gold digger, money
Sucker, just go a club, suck a joint
Cause that's where you're gonna
Drag me, sure it'll never work

It's my hard work, you think fluke
And your vibes are making me down
On my luck, nah I'm good without you
As I was before, quit pretending

Don't you think you're the only one
It's the reason I never wear fancy
Cause I know, money attract money
Suckers, gold attract gold diggers

I'm a lie detector seeing your flattery
Say,"I don't care about money, bae."
But I say,"I'm giving this to charity."
See you fly away with red eyes

You try seduce, trya flirt, call me to
Parties or for a dinner, I already said
I never ditch anyone for a bitch
So go to a club, suck a joint as money

A/n:

I feel I'm rapping this. But it feels weird and fun at the same time 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Will resonate with anyone who has a talent. 😃 I know why fuckbois managed to stink around, when I was enough to scare any guy to keep away. But still I've seen people swarming around when I'm good at shit, but never there when I need them. So they can go a club, and suck a joint like they tried with my energy.

Dedicated to KaixBlxxsm. I love your name. Hope you enjoy this honey (;

Your grateful author,
かな恵一