They think they own the sun
My hit list has all these fuckers sorted out
I couldn't disagree more with them
And it worked, this wrong address
They eat shit and friends
I don't need their brains
No I don't need no brains for this come on
Go out... and get me

Go out and get me money
Go out and get me money
Go out and get me money yeah

I love these modern things
I have manuals in mind
Yet I imagine us in all these golden eras
Reminiscing, can't expect sense from all we sing
So we'll argue about those nights
Of fights like cats and dogs
That's why I say

Go out... gotta get me
Go out and get me money
Go out and get me money
Go out and get me money
Go out and get me money yeah

I'm infamous for going to fast and getting lost in it
When you movin' in? start
When you movin' in? started

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Writer(s): Ryan Dahle