My Brightest Diamond - Golden Star

Kings Of Leon - Knocked Up (Lykke Li vs. Rodeo Remix)

Ayten Alpman - Ben Varım

Ask bu degil.

Firat Tanis - Degirmenler

I got cash in fuck you quantities
Know what?
That makes you uncomfortable?
Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on

Fuck your Saab convertable
And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst
Stupid mutha fuck

Fuck the Hamptons
The fly infested south of France
I’m paid asshole,
I got more cash than God can count
so why don’t you just…. die?

Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci’s
Low cholesterol, naturally

Fuck your big ol’ Sunday New York Times
Fuck the Wall Street Journal
And News Week
And the lot
Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest
Stupid set of priviliged mutha fuckers
Think its fashionable to have an alternative view

An alternative view

And fuck, if you can
Your pencil thin, Evian drinking, calorie counting, caffiene limiting, sodium spearing, nutrasweet sweetening, read view mirror preening, carrot nibbling bunny

Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker

I got cash, what else matters?

I got cash

Slave

Fuck your fencing and screw your squash,
Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti,
Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy

I got cash,
Mega cash,
I’m happy with that,
Oh go and sit on your ski rug,
Money talks you little pussy,

You let your politically correct pals know,
That i think you’re a dick also,
You dirty asshole

And your idea of multiculturalism
Japanese resturant on Monday,
Indian on tuesday,
And on Wednesday, Caribbean,
Not to spicy please

Well
I got stash on stash and it ain’t novo cash.
Moneys in my family for generations,
My great great great grandfather made the bag,
Selling European slaves in Africa

I got cash mutha fuckah,
And you can’t tell whether or not I’m joking, can you?
Dumb fuck.

Anima - Bana Sorma

Everyone’s saying different things to me

I’m adaptable
And I like my new role
I’m getting better and better
And I have a new goal
I’m changing my ways
Where money applies
This is not a love song

Came to the city,
came in your circle and you wrote my thoughts.
Sex on the bits and sex on the streets,
What you take me for,
I should have known.