money & *** Lyrics – Destroy Lonely
Yeah
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN, Five-seveN
AR-15 send a ***-*** to heaven
I get geeked up, ***, I don’t do Percocets
I love money and ***
Shawty gon’ pull up, told her, “Bring that neck”
I *** her off the G6, so I ain’t break no sweat
He think he invincible ’cause he got a bulletproof vest
*** it, shoot his head
I mix the Wock’ with the red
And the stick don’t fit in the bag, gotta tote that Glock instead
I gotta tote that glizzy, woah
I gotta take my fire everywhere I go
Shoot that *** out, I turn it to a visual
.30 clip on me, yeah, it’s digital
I’ma shoot that lil’ *** ’til it’s empty
I got hella hoes like I’m pimpin’
These lil’ niggas stay rolled like the zip
I smoke out the bag, I pour up the pint, it’s 4K just for me to sip
I went in all Balenci’ for my flight, it’s 10K just for me to drip
I’m with your ***, she goin’ convertible, she droppin’ the top, then I dip
I pull out her mouth, then I licked on her nipples
Haha
Yeah
I got, I got my boy, my boy
Top Floor Boss in this ***, ayy, Lone
Ayy, tell these niggas what the *** goin’ on
Yeah
Uh, ARPs
Yeah, heavy metal, flared jeans I’m dripped like a cowboy, I’m totin’ the .38 special
Yeah, this *** way too fine, ***, she came from heaven
I get way, way too geeked up, ***, but I ain’t never messy her, uh, uh
I love money and ***
Shawty said she and pullin’ up, I tell her to bring her friends
I got ’em all booted up, huh, off the X
I *** ‘em all, we was all geeked up off the X
Uh, I’m ’bout to get this bread
Yeah, Glock hold 30, one got 30 in the clip and one in the head, uh
Most of my hoes, they want it, then I *** ’em good and disappear
I’m getting stupid money, sped
I got the purple Wockhardt in the Goyard bag, it’s red
I put the platinum, yeah, on my dreads
I’m rockin’ all-white diamonds and they VVS
I asked the *** if they tryna ***, and she said, “Yes”
I took her straight to the Louis store and bought her a brand new dress, huh
I ain’t gettin’ pullin’ over, nah, if I see 12
Cause I got a V12, and my engine is from hell
We the *** if you askin’, “What’s that smell?”
We been poppin’ ***, I don’t know if you can tell
And all these niggas snitch, I know they gon’ tell
I can tell you gon’ snitch
I can tell you a ***
I can tell that his *** wanna *** by the way that she look at my wrist
I’m totin’ that VECTOR, I’m totin’ that stick
And this ho’ ten millimeters, I can make a *** dance like Chris Brown
Don’t bring your *** ‘round me, ’cause if I like that ***, then you know that ‘lil *** gettin’ dicked down
She ain’t want me back then, but now I’m tatted up and got money, I’m the *** now
Now everywhere I go I pop out, and everybody want a pic now
Now everybody wanna *** with the O gotta offer your soul to kick down
If I go broke I’ma kick in your door, huh, I’m takin’ your *** now
If I go broke I’ma kick in your door, I’ma kick in your door, I’ma kick it
If money was height, then I’m Shaquille O’Neal and all of these niggas is midgets
I don’t got a type, she bool and she fine for real, I love all types of ***
I don’t a got a limit, I ain’t reach the height- the peak, baby, I’m still gettin’ richer
I’ma stack up a milli’, a milli’, a milli’, way past a hundred, then cop a Richard
I’m all on your crib, ***’ your wife, the X-MAN ***’ your sister
Huh, I keep gettin’ paid, got too much money, the bank can’t count them digits
We ain’t save you, talkin’ ’bout ***, ***, know we with it
Yeah, you know we with all the ***, no bap
*** goin’ on?
The ***— the *** goin’ on
Yeah
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN, Five-seveN
AR-15 send a ***-*** to heaven
I get geeked up, ***, on them Percocets
I love money and ***
Shawty gon’ pull up, told her, “Bring that neck”
I *** her off the G6, ho, I ain’t break no sweat
He think he invincible ’cause he got a bulletproof vest
*** it, shoot his head