They think they own the sun My hit list has all these fuckers sorted out I couldn't disagree more with them And it worked, this wrong address They eat shit and friends I don't need their brains No I don't need no brains for this come on Go out... and get me Go out and get me money Go out and get me money Go out and get me money yeah I love these modern things I have manuals in mind Yet I imagine us in all these golden eras Reminiscing, can't expect sense from all we sing So we'll argue about those nights Of fights like cats and dogs That's why I say Go out... gotta get me Go out and get me money Go out and get me money Go out and get me money Go out and get me money yeah I'm infamous for going to fast and getting lost in it When you movin' in? start When you movin' in? started