Blue M - Ca$h

Album: Not That Shit  (2012) 
Status: non-single
Written by: Blue M & nestee
Release date: 06/30/2012

[Intro]
I don’t care about the money,
I don’t need it to be happy,
I don’t wanna sell my soul for a penny

[Verse 1]
I hate money, it makes only problems,
Makes people think not rational,
I don’t need euros, dollars, pounds or yens,
No cash, they are hysterical.
I think this world is centered on money,
But I don’t care, my mind isn’t shiny.
Money will rule ‘til the fucking world ends,
I tell you it is psychical.

[Pre Chorus]
I don’t need iPhone, Adidas or DCs,
I can tell you, what my mind really sees.

[Chorus]
I don’t need the cash, I don’t need the credit cards,
I don’t need a Mac, I don’t need eleven cars,
Life is about making my dreams come true
And not being a douchebag just like you
I don’t want a castle on fucking Bahamas,
I don’t need any private jets, yachts, Yamahas,
The money does never make you happy,
But it’s better to cry in a Ferrari.

[Verse 2]
Driving a Trabant on Sunset Boulevard
Buying used clothes in Beverly Hills
Buying a lil house without backyard,
Being happy without a pill.
I think your wallet can’t stand this picture
But you don’t care, your mind is shinier
Getting rid of your greedy mind is hard
No more money, you wanna kill

[Pre Chorus]
I don’t need Apple, Gucci or Etnies,
I can tell you, what my mind really sees.

[Chorus]
I don’t need the cash, I don’t need the credit cards,
I don’t need a Mac, I don’t need eleven cars,
Life is about making my dreams come true
And not being a douchebag just like you
I don’t want a castle on fucking Bahamas,
I don’t need any private jets, yachts, Yamahas,
The money does never make you happy,
But it’s better to cry in a Ferrari.

[Bridge]
Ching ching I’mma rob a bank for appreciation
Bling bling I’mma buy some jewels for more recognition
Knock knock on the door, the police needs my confession
Bang bang I realize I’m not happy for a reason
Ching ching I’mma rob a bank for appreciation
Bling bling I’mma buy some jewels for more recognition
Knock knock on the door, the police needs my confession
Bang bang I realize I’m not happy for a reason

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need the cash, I don’t need the credit cards,
I don’t need a Mac, I don’t need eleven cars,
Life is about making my dreams come true
And not being a douchebag just like you
I don’t want a castle on fucking Bahamas,
I don’t need any private jets, yachts, Yamahas,
The money does never make you happy,
But it’s better to cry in a Ferrari.