Uten Penger - Oral Bee

Uten penger er du ingenting, playa, uh huh

Så det er lett å kutte en sving, playa, uh huh

Snakker penger, penger, penger, oh yeah

Det du trenger, trenger, trenger, hell yeah

Uh uh uh, baksmeller som smeller

Hey, denne låta her går ut til dem det gjelder (dem det gjelder)

Hodet mitt, det spinner som propeller

Ligger våken hele natta, bare teller, teller, teller (teller, teller)

Jeg bawla såpass hardt at kontoen fikk betennelser

Luksusfellen ringer, vil ha Beezyboys bekjennelser (bekjennelser)

Jeg må stacke loot, jeg gikk inn med begge beina, kan’ke backe ut

Jeg har vært våken i no’n døgn, så jeg dunster litt

En norsk boss som lever livet på no' kunstnershit

Fuck det de tror, for jeg er rapper nå på fulltid

Så til haterne sitt bullshit har jeg null tid (null tid)

Men staten ser på gründere som syndere

Livet mitt, det preges litt for mye av formyndere

Den ene måneden er jeg playboy-rich

Neste måneden er jeg fattig som en broke-ass bitch, så

Uten penger er du ingenting, playa, uh huh

Så det er lett å kutte en sving, playa, uh huh

Snakker penger, penger, penger, oh yeah

Det du trenger, trenger, trenger, hell yeah

Back to now, back to reality

Uh, jeg må holde det der unna

Oral må ut og hustle og forholde meg til punda

Blunda no’n sekunder og gikk glipp av en deal

Hvis du ikke holder fokus, går du glipp av en mill

Gir’ke slipp på min stil, det her er dønn seriøst

Må hustle hardt og ta det der med lønn seriøst

Nå må jeg få det til å regne som konfetti

For kiden trenger nye sko og dama fyller tretti

Er liten tvil om at hun ønsker seg no'

Men denne kontoen her er tom, så jeg må pønske ut no'

Må lage hits, må skrive bøker

Gjøre sånne moves som gjør at seddelbunken øker

Yup, yup, yup, et berg med penger

Og nå er det tid for et av mine refrenger

Uten penger er du ingenting, playa, uh huh

Så det er lett å kutte en sving, playa, uh huh

Snakker penger, penger, penger, oh yeah

Det du trenger, trenger, trenger, hell yeah

Without money, you're nothing, playa, uh huh

So it's easy to cut a turn, playa, uh huh

Talking money, money, money, oh yeah

What you need, need, need, hell yeah

Uh uh uh, hangover banging

Hey, this song goes out to whom it may concern (who it may concern)

My head, it spins like a propeller

Laying awake all night just counting, counting, counting (counting, counting)

I bawled so hard that the account got inflamed

The Luxury Trap Calls, Wants Beezyboy's Confessions (Confessions)

I have to stack loot, I went in with both feet, can't back out

I've been awake for a day or so, so I'm a little fuming

A Norwegian boss who lives his life on no' artist shit

Fuck what they think, because I'm a full-time rapper now

So for the haters bullshit I got zero time (zero time)

But the state sees entrepreneurs as sinners

My life, it's a little too much dominated by guardians

That one month, I'm playboy-rich

Next month, I'm poor as a broke-ass bitch, so

Without money, you're nothing, playa, uh huh

So it's easy to cut a turn, playa, uh huh

Talking money, money, money, oh yeah

What you need, need, need, hell yeah

Back to now, back to reality

Uh, I have to keep it out of there

Oral has to go out and hustle and deal with punda

Close your eyes for a few seconds and missed a deal

If you don't stay focused, you'll miss a million

Don't let go of my style, this is dead serious

Must hustle hard and take the pay seriously

Now I have to make it count as confetti

Because the kid needs new shoes and the lady turns thirty

There is little doubt that she wants to

But this account right here is empty, so I'll have to figure it out now'

Gotta make hits, gotta write books

Make moves that increase the banknote pile

Yup, yup, yup, a mountain of money

And now it's time for one of my choruses

Without money, you're nothing, playa, uh huh

So it's easy to cut a turn, playa, uh huh

Talking money, money, money, oh yeah

What you need, need, need, hell yeah