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[Chorus: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
It's good that you have no money because you would spend everything on clothes
For me, calmly, slowly forward, your hesitations like cryptocurrencies
Do not talk to me, I check my online receipt
Under the mattress I hold Bitcoin
It's good that you have no money because you would spend everything on clothes
For me, calmly, slowly forward, your hesitations like cryptocurrencies
Do not talk to me, I check my online receipt
Under the mattress I hold Bitcoin

[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway]
Money as long as Manute
I put big steps because I do not go short
Each new project makes a fuss
I will give this homeless for bread, I will give it to the vodka
Because I do not judge anyone and I do not like to be judged
The homies from Interia wrote a review before the album was heard to the end
I never do anything for the likes, only for cash, peace and mum
Only I do not want to be at the wall and throw music because I'm doing advertising
She asks me about my atmosphere, I tell her the truth - Gombrowicz and traps
A bit and a bit of football, moreover, peace of mind when I come back home after work
They torment me like heat, they will never return to the trend like a żupan
Fifi goes to the goal on corpses. I want a weekend weekend like Kuchar
Difficult times have come
The bunch of ticks is still drinking blood
I threw them away with distaste, I'm Magda Gessler
They are not even a thing of the past, it is a time to deny
[Chorus: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
It's good that you have no money because you would spend everything on clothes
For me, calmly, slowly forward, your hesitations like cryptocurrencies
Do not talk to me, I check my online receipt
Under the mattress I hold Bitcoin
It's good that you have no money because you would spend everything on clothes
For me, calmly, slowly forward, your hesitations like cryptocurrencies
Do not talk to me, I check my online receipt
Under the mattress I hold Bitcoin

[Verse 2: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
I do not go to Vega movies, to parties in Sketch
I'm sitting in the Legia's box at the friend's match
Who believed in me when I was carrying baggy
Today, I assume a new Ralph for tracksuits or Tiro
I have time for everything, but not love
I think that's how it destroyed her
But I love you so that it will not be
New Larry Flynt, not Hugh Hefner
I wanted to fight it but to no avail
My thoughts are ugly
I'll make you a celebrity in a week, my thoughts are ugly
At night I am going to look for evil like Batman
Tomorrow I will be like Mahatma again
I pledge myself, how old I am
Only two moods, two moods
I'll calm down something, a lot of virtual coins
Coffee, Xanax and finally I catch paranoia again
I'm shaking again, club again (Again salaries, again thick)
Backstage again, bills again (What is Que, sorrow again?)
You ask what is the second mood
I do not even want to look in the eyes of the city
Stasis, I have not seen the light for a month, grow up
[Chorus: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
It's good that you have no money because you would spend everything on clothes
For me, calmly, slowly forward, your hesitations like cryptocurrencies
Do not talk to me, I check my online receipt
Under the mattress I hold Bitcoin
It's good that you have no money because you would spend everything on clothes
For me, calmly, slowly forward, your hesitations like cryptocurrencies
Do not talk to me, I check my online receipt
Under the mattress I hold Bitcoin

[Verse 3: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
Cryptocurrencies from Kotojeleń
Mom, I will not go hungry, do not worry about it anymore
I get up on a Saturday at dawn, I do not drink and I ask myself why this melange
At nineteenth, I open the door, because I change at night
They wanted cash to destroy and hajs to spend
I prefer hajs to count, I prefer to keep hajs
I ride one cart, I do not want to chase you
Someday there will be a holiday, now it's time to cheat
I will drink coffee, I will eat bacon
I will live in a hut in the Art Deco style
A big square of mc, and you're still Fredo
I will laugh when the armageddon comes
In the brain, peace, soulfulness
I keep these notes to put them in a cage
Once, the money was running away, today I am struggling
That it would not end unexpectedly like ink in a printer