Lil Darkie, the enigmatic artist, breaks boundaries with “Money Power Fame.” In a world of predictable music, his unapologetic approach champions individuality. This electrifying track delves into the allure of wealth and celebrity, challenging the status quo. Lil Darkie’s raw authenticity and unique storytelling set him apart in the music industry’s evolving landscape.
MONEY POWER FAME LYRICS
[Intro]
We’re all adrenaline
Adrenaline for the global elite
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha, pussy, ooh
Hahahahaha
Responsibility to work for the army
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Money), yeah (Money), yeah (Money)
Yeah (Money), power (Money), power (Money), power (Money)
[Chorus]
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
[Post-Chorus]
Money (Yeah, huh), money (Yeah, huh), money (Yeah, huh), money (Yeah, huh)
Money (Yeah, power), money (Yeah, power), money (Yeah, power), money (Yeah, power)
[Verse 1]
Sell your soul, give them everything you own (Everything you own)
Keep your eyes on your TV and your phone (And your phone)
Poison in the water, everybody knows (Everybody knows)
Go to work and sell your motherfuckin’ soul (Fuck your soul)
No more ice when the temperature turn the fuck up (Turn the fuck up)
Everyone lies, everybody tryna turn the fuck up (Fuck up)
[Chorus]
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slay to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, money (Yeah), money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Yeah)
Money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Yeah), money (Power)
Money (Power), money (Power), money (Power), money (Power)
Money (Power)
[Verse 2]
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, uh
You all want the same thing, let my nuts hangs, dangle and swang (Yean)
Pinky ring size of a plane, uh
Spider Gang, Lil Darkie on that shit that make yo’ mama faint, uh
In the whip (Skrrt), fuckin’ up the paint, uh
Fake people actin’ real, but I know that you ain’t, uh
I know that you fake, uh, I can see the signs (Yeah)
Sell your souls and both your eyes so that you go blind
[Refrain]
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
[Outro]
Fuck you
She might get you flowers and buy visual guns
The army
The army, the army, the army, the army
