Grand Theft Auto V: The Mighty American Dollar (Acapella) (Acapella [Explicit])

歌詞

Michael Yeah, my name is Michael, landed and titled Think of a crime and it probably was my fault But now I cleaned up my act, call me Lysol I used to pull off heists then I got out of the cycle I wasn't stopping till I got the bills For a property in Rockford Hills But now I rock the mils and the mansion Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle As I pop the pills, for reals I live a life of luxury but trust me, I'm the man it sucks to be Look and see, my family's dysfunctional Sometimes I feel like I really want to punch 'em all My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter Or her mother, or her mother's other lover, motherfucker Suffering a midlife crisis, but have you seen how ridiculous my wife is? You shouldn't be surprised what the mind of a man does To hide from the madness of Amanda's Even my analyst is struggling to handle this So it's about time I went back to being the protagonist There's only one philosophy I follow And that's the mighty American dollar There's only one philosophy I follow And that's the mighty American dollar Franklin Yo, they call me Franklin, I'm all about the Benjamins I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in I never had a family, except my gang and me I was educated at the Hard Knock Academy But gang banging was an absolute calamity They handcuffed and chucked me in the slammer, it was agony Now I'm free, being a repo man is my reality But on this salary I can't afford a calorie And as I can't gather enough food to eat From Vespucci Beach, then I might resort to felony Felling an enemy or anyone offending me Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me But if I end up in a feud with Lamar I'll lick off his top, like a Cuban cigar I'm the dude with the car, a superstar In a street fight I'll pull off a hadouken, rah You might find me in the strip club, bruh But I didn't come to get my dick sucked, nah I'm a hip hop star, Blood? Crip? Not moi I'm the top dog, sit, Chop, ha It's like this It's like this Look There's only one philosophy I follow And that's the mighty American dollar There's only one philosophy I follow And that's the mighty American dollar Trevor Nah, my name is Trevor I live inside a trailer in the desert, where I blaze the crystal method This unhygienic lifestyle only takes a little effort But the cash I had I've gone and wasted it, I'm reckless I haven't got a pound to my name So it's time to get out of the County of Blaine I used to fly a plane, now I just fry my brain Howling at the moon, you can assume that I'm insane Like my neighbour Ron, I don't know what page he's on Paranoid conspiracies, I really believe his brain is gone Any plan I make, something has to spoil it I can't fit this fucking foot down the toilet I've got a penchant for throttling a pensioner Then grabbing a can of petrol and notching up the temperature I've got a nervous twitch that's quite violent So I'm doing suicidal stunts in my Y-fronts I fell out with Michael, we never quite saw Eyeball to eyeball, but now it's time for Us to reunite, grab the shotties and the rifles And set the town alight in a giant fireball There's only one philosophy I follow And that's the mighty American dollar There's only one philosophy I follow And that's the mighty American dollar Michael, Franklin & Trevor Yo, the three of us are so grand thefting The best in the biz, no damn question Man it's sexy, straddling a jet ski Ramming it at jet speed, get me? What you doing in our neck of the woods? You best be checking the HUD 'Cause in a second your blood will be flecking the mud When we bust you by the lip Take all your money and then customize a whip How can we justify this shit? We must be kind of sick That's why we keep the piece that's the most trusty by the hip So pull the map out while we pull the strap out Pow pow, till the popo go and black out Dropping from the chopper then we grab a couple hostages We're hot dog sausages We trade stocks and cribs, take shots at pricks Bury their heads in the dirt, ostriches The unholy trinity in your vicinity Sinning with a seriously symbiotic synergy We're the three similarly sinister G's Each sending the cinema screen into the cemetery Cynically with no sympathy seen So simmer down and listen to this symphony please To put it simply, police, are just some pimply sleazes We'll pimp as we please and so we send them to sleep Yes There's only one philosophy we follow And that's the mighty American dollar There's only one philosophy we follow And that's the mighty American dollar