Verse 1 (Aud):
I don't give a fuck about the cool kids
We've got zero balance in our wallets
Riding Benz, running mileage
Hoppin' in them islands, with a fine bitch
Ano bang nangyare?
Tryna' break the bank, lawd, shoutout to young ScHoolboy Q
Villains in a trap, dawg, I'm feelin' like I'm Scooby-Doo
Pawnshop (yeah), pawnshop (woo)
Lookin' up to sell this golden wrist watch
Yeah, thrift shop, thrift shop
Sell this, sell this golden wrist watch!
DS our style, is not for the rich
Taking over even if underaged
Fuck social class, we tryna' graduate in college
Not average
No money but we have the knowledge
(we have the knowledge, yeah)
Verse 2 (Contemplate):
I am so broke bro
That I can't even afford a pack of cigarette
To smoke bro
I am so broke that I'm wandering in shopping malls
To see some sale bro
This is my life is, I'm so decisive
Get to the basics
Hol' up!
I think I got it!
Headed to the thrift shop, wearing some flip-flops
To cop some clothes
Hunting for a mesh cap, asking for a haggle
'Cause this is the life we chose!
Even though it's rugged, still gonna cop it
'Cause we are so broke (broke, broke)
Chorus (Aud, Contemplate, Fusr, Mellow Marc) (4x):
Money is making me mad
I'd never sell my soul (yah)
I know you wanna be rich
We got no balance fo' sho' (yah)
Verse 3 (Mellow Marc):
Paper on my mind and we
Gonna be, lookin for it like "where is the canopy?"
While smokin' cannabis
Pardon me
Don't give a shit about your catastrophe
Pay the fee, to get a fuckin' degree!
Oh wait! Don't have shit to pay for some new clothes
Or that Bombay
We be grindin' all day!
Looking for the way to success with my homies
One hit to score like a home run
Yeah
Yeah, yeah!
It's the new wave! (fuck it man)
Verse 4 (Fusr):
Hundred pesos on my motherfucking wallet
If I want more, I gotta scrub the floor
And after a minute I'll get it, I got it!
Fuck all these rappers who being dishonest
So what is the key to be living the finest
If money was cement, I'd be building a profit
Delinquent (yeah)
Delinquent (yeah)
Delinquent (yeah)
We killin' this original and that’s the fucking protocol
DS we the main event
Like the effin' Superbowl
We know there was something wrong
So it's time to overhaul (to overhaul)
Repeat chorus
Verse 5 (Calix):
Hustle kuno, struggle kuno!
Eh di naman pinagpawisan!
Bulsa na puno, leeg na ginto
San ba ang pinanggagalingan
Ng kayabangan ng kumag na'to?
Hangin lang naman ang pinagsasabi mo!
Yung street na alam mo ay puro fashion
Iba jan duguan basta magka-rason (ey!)
Money at bitches at hoes daw!
Lahat mga chicks nagpo-pose daw!
Sa yate habang nag to-toast daw!
Putangina mo, what a poser!
Sino ba nagsabi na gusto ka naming abutin at gayahin?
(Putangina mo!)
Sino ba nagsabi na gusto ka namin?
(Sino? Sino? Putangina mo!)
Sinayang mo lang ang lahat
May potential ka nga, pero walang kagat
Inuna mo pang chumupa sa kung sino-sinong partido
Kaya diyan ka na lang!
Below the belt ba? Tama lang yan
Para tamaan ka
Sumagi naman sa kokote at tenga mo
Ang salitang matagal mo nang iniiwasan
Isa kang tanga! Putangina!
Di ka papigil para kang lisa!
Bubuhusan kita ng gas at sisindihan
Para tuluyang mapuksa
Ang katulad mong
Pumapatay sa kulturang bumubuhay sa katulad kong
Tumutulay nang matiwasay
Kahit na nangangalay
Kahit na hinahalay!
Sistemang pilit mong pinapanigan
Sistemang pilit mong pinoprotektahan
Sapat ng maging benta mo ang puri at kaluluwa
Para sa saglitang kasikatan! (ay! ay!)
Saglitang kasikatan! (ay! ay!)
Saglitang kasikatan! (ay)
