You’ve got your shit I’ve got mine
Don’t make me sick with your problems
What are you asking me, you belong not to my family
F*ck you all
F*ck you off
Got my problems, just mind yours
I’ll be your friend if you spit cash, I like [F]people who bring me cash
But you’ll never me mine, my [A]life means myself, me myself and [Bm]I
F*ck you [A7all
F*ck you [A7off
Got my [A]problems, just mind yours
Cash, does not bore me
It’s my [A]heart it’s my [A]soul
Does not bore me
Die, ɾot, stink, got [Fm7]my [A]problems
Die, ɾot, stink, just mind yours
F*ck you [A7all!