Cozzee - Cash Only Lyrics

Silver platter, Empty kids
Silver spoon, No gelatin
Drugs? in the cabinet
Money? Haven't had it yet

We work for that
We work for that
We work for that
Sweat on my back

Never got to have it like our parents did
Never came up offa some inheritance
Age of broken marriages and terrorists and national embarrassments
Can you guess who's Cleanin it up?
(Us)
Why you think my ass does taskrabbit?
Man I've practiced at it tactics not too drastically different
From snatching at scraps of your biscuits
F*cked on some reverse oedipus shit
No wonder that we get pissed
We Want guac but we get chips
You question why we get lit
Bitch about my peeps you can find us in the streets
Getting beat in police sweeps
For weak peace for your cheap meat so keep your think piece to your damn self
Say we entitled stupid and lazy
Thats funny comin from a boomer baby
You consuming maybe three of me lately
Shit I ain't ate beef but I got angry at you
Stay out my news feed you goofy
This ain't news to me you a nuisance b with your stupid speech on fiscal responsibility
Stay out my photos bro before learn how the dodo go
It took me two jobs to buy these clothes
So don't comment on my post
F*ck

Silver platter? Empty kids
Silver spoon? No gelatin
Drugs? stay in my cabinet
Money? We Haven't had it yet

We work for that
We work for that
We work for that
Sweat on my back like

We work for that
We work for that
We work for that
We work for scraps

Generation of entrepreneurs, ey
If we want it the sure way
Gotta take the insecure pay
To get some money on my surname
Ain't down to work away for thirty K till I'm thirty-eight
Rather grab me a thirty eight and get eighty K the dirty way by turning banks
That cash that we burning in videos on vintage clothes
Is minimal compared to dough you blow on Mar-a-lago
Tryin to build a tall-ass wall for paco
You racist red hat asshole
After the way Iraq goes
And that ass got paddled
You think You'd learn to pick your battles
But ya don't
We party like the world is ending
Cause the old way is on it's death bed
Watch us we clean up your hot messes and them awful excesses
(Bitch)
My rent check ain't spent yet
We Budget to that red cent
Watch that privilege get checked
While we look fresh and get checks
Never had it like our mom n pops did (Nah)
Work too hard for any scraps we gotten
Homies workin three jobs no steve jobs we need job that ain't in f*ckin coffee shops
Hear me out dear god

Silver platter? Empty kids
Silver spoon? No gelatin
Drugs? They stay in my cabinet
Money? We Haven't had it yet

We work for that
We work for that
We work for that
Sweat on my back

How the f*ck you gonna rob me
And then complain about me being broke