Sell Out - Ray Volpe, Bok Nero

What’s your name, who you know around here?

You ain’t come for venom, you can’t go around here

People ask how I’m comfortable around here

Gutted out them all, I’m a go-around here

Got money on my mind, that’s the only thing I love

Put my middle fingers up, I don’t really give a fuck

Getting money is a drug, too much money ain’t enough

Put my middle finger up, I don’t really give a fuck

Like, I got money on my mind, that’s the only thing I love

Put my middle fingers up, I don’t really give a fuck

Getting money is a drug, too much money ain’t enough

Put my middle finger up, I don’t really give a fuck

Getting money is a drug, too much money ain’t enough

(Ey, Ray)

Like, I got money on my mind, that’s the only thing I love

Put my middle fingers up, I don’t really give a fuck

Give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck

Don’t be fucking rude, how 'bout, how 'bout just don’t be fucking rude

(Ey, Ray)

Ey, Ray, they gon' ask me how it feel to be a sellout

I said it feel good, fuck you mean

I don’t get tired of sellin' out these shows, I don’t get tired of sellin'

these clothes, and I don’t get tired of fuckin' these hoes