Fidlar - Gimmie Something Lyrics
He’s been waiting this time,Running out of vodka to love.He’s been going down to hide,Living in the back of his truck.With his all American still be thirtyHe puts it in the bag and he sits on a curbAnd he saysHey, come on, give me money,Come on, give me money.You’ve been living your life doing all kinds of drugsI’ve been spending my time trying not to fall in loveWhen you come out now with your dirty spoonStay on my couch and you howl at the moon and you sayHey, come on, give me somethingHey, come on, give me something.Hey, come on, give me somethingHey, come on, give me something.