I won't doubt, I won't break
Pass this by or fade away
Take your time, seize the day
I don't mind, I can wait
So when you're ready you just gotta let me know
And when the time is right I'm gonna show you
When we find it we will never let go
'Cause love lasts forever
So when you're ready you just gotta let me know
And when the time is right I'm gonna show you
When we find it we will never let go
Love last forever, love last forever
No matter what they tell you (no matter)
Love last forever, we'll last forever
No matter what they tell you, this love last forever
Love me now
No matter what they tell you this love last forever and ever and ever
And this money, this money, this money forever
Forever cash, I swear I don't give no f*cks now
Yeah, I used to be walkin', I'm pullin' up Cadillac truck now
Bitch, don't do no talking, yeah, I got you clean with a bust down
I'm rocking big ass diamonds, my chain too wild, ain't shit I don't touch now
I rock a gold chain, Hellcat, I'm pulling up yeah, rrah
I'm 'bout to smash the 'rari, no Hermes swag, I'm pulling right off
She tried popping on me and we outside, she topping me off
She pulled up just in a gown but I'm 'bout to pull it right off
Creepin' up top of the hills, if you tryna see me, gotta come up the hill
I remember my first mil', I couldn't believe that shit was real
All my partners killers, young **** like me used to steal
I pulled up chasing this bitch and now I'm pulling off with no feelings
I'm feeling like Weezy, brand new drop top, whip it, got no ceiling
I got this bitch wheezing, she sitting over here hitting my blunt for real
I got purple lean filling up my lil' kidney and it might kill me
She's tryna wait for me, she's tryna twerk for me, she 'bout to kneel
I'm cracking the seal
I'm cracking, I'm cracking, I'm cracking the seal
Got a pack in the mail
Been got a pack, got a pack, got a pack in the mail
She tryna pop a lil' pill
She tryna pop her lil pussy, I'm popping for real
No matter what they tell you (no matter)
Love last forever and ever and ever
No matter what they tell you, this love last forever
No matter what they tell you, this love last forever
And ever and ever
And this money, this money forever
'Cause love lasts forever
Forever love, forever and ever
Forever love, forever and ever
Destroy Lonely - Love Lasts Forever Album Lyrics
Destroy Lonely - Love Lasts Forever Lyrics
Writer: Bobby Wardell Sandimanie, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Dylxn, yugen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Love Hurts
[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert ]
Love hurts
True story, Baby Money
88
Does last, it does last forever, though
And this money does last forever too, you know? Yeah
And I just, I just hope you miss me too, you know? Oh
Oh-ah
Ah, ah
Shit get different, we can talk about it (yeah)
Copped a big-ass crib, and I ain't walkin' out it (yeah)
I just went and bought you a whole new body (body)
You better act like you don't know nobody (body)
You bet you the shit, you don't owe nobody (body)
I get it, I got it, that's how you pop it
Love is overloadin' every time we shoppin' (shoppin')
Everything exotic ('xotic)
I took you way past just London (London)
You even said that was nothin' (nothin')
I bought you that bag, you rock it (rock it)
Did you forget that, my shawty? (Oh)
I met you in Manhattan, shawty (shawty)
Huh, you know my body (body)
I'm turnin' up at Magic, shawty (shawty)
Yeah, I'm with the whole damn posse (posse)
I just threw a dub, no problem (problem)
You callin' me a dub, better watch it (watch it, watch it)
Baby Money flexin', poppin' shit
I just called Alex for a brand-new wrist (watch)
I touched down, copped a new Maybach whip (uh)
The trap jumpin', make a pack doin' backflip (uh)
It's too lit, all the bad bitches off X (uh)
She not my bitch, she my best friend (uh)
Double O-5, that's the mob I'm in (uh)
You don't know the guys, you cannot get in (uh)
You ain't got ties, you cannot get in
She's just a five, she cannot get in
I've been puttin' diamonds on all my friends
Front seat ridin', got the vibes packed in (vibes packed in)
Uh, uh, uh (uh), uh
Shit get different, we can talk about it (talk about it)
Copped a big ass crib, and I ain't walkin' out it (whoa)
I just went and bought you a whole new body (body)
You better act like you don't know nobody
You bet you the shit, you don't owe nobody
I get it, I got it, that's how you pop it (oh, yeah)
Love is overloadin' every time we shoppin' (shoppin', yeah)
Everything exotic (yeah, yeah)
I took you way past just London (London, yeah)
You even said that was nothin' (nothin', yeah)
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
I can have my eyes closed and I know love hurts (love hurts)
I can travel seven seas, and I know love hurts (love hurts)
You try to spare my feelings sayin' that I f*cked first (f*cked)
Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah, yah-yah-yah-yah-yah (yah)
My mom and dad not together, that's love hurts
You sayin' that you hate that I put drugs first (you say)
If it wasn't for these Perkys, I would bust first
Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah, yah-yah-yah-yah-yah
She tryna cry
She switchin' sides
She wanna lie, that's how you know love hurts
Huh, why you always switchin' sides?
Yeah, why am I always feelin' dry? (Yeah)
Yeah, she say you never got time (yeah)
Just like Number (n)ine, you lost the bond
Every time it rained, you ran away
Every time it rained, I end up stayin'
It's hard, it's hard to love
It's hard
You wanna cry now, put down your face
Diamonds have no flaws
Shawty, she a doll
Shawty, she a doll
Whoa (shawty, she a doll, shawty, she a doll, shawty, she a doll)
Whoa (shawty, she a doll, shawty, she a doll, shawty, she a doll)
Yeah
Oh yeah, yeah (Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle (mud)
Slim-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model
Codeine got me movin' slow but it's full throttle
And I'm blowin' through these bands like I just hit the lotto
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Dylan Jansen, Jalan Lowe, Symere Bysil Woods, Thant Tayzar
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
LUV 4 YA
Oh, uh
Baby Money
Baby Money
Baby Money, baby
Uh-uh, uh
She tryna eat my wrist (oh, yeah)
She tryna suck my dick (my dick, my dick)
I went to sleep dead broke (Dead broke, dead broke)
I woke up too rich (too rich, too rich)
I ain't never ever have to front (have to front)
I got a black truck sitting out front (out front)
My main bitch got a big butt (big butt)
I get the big ass fit for my gun
I'm in the air, pullin' up in Magic City (Magic City)
I'm with your bih, and yeah, she showin' me her titties
All my money stackin' taller than a midget (uh)
I'm smokin' kale, nigga smokin' midget (uh)
On the real, I've been counting digits (Baby Money)
On the low, I've been sellin' bitches (Baby Money)
Take her phone ho, she can't take a picture
I'm gonna flex the ho, I'm with all my niggas
She don't wanna talk, she just tryna vacate (vacate)
I got a nice place, 'bout to fly her to the A
I got a gangsta ho tryna swing my Drac'
I'm pourin' up eights, ridin' with Lil 8 (Lil 8)
Yeah, I got racks on my face (my face)
She got racks in her face (her face)
I f*cked the bitch, sent the ho outer space (outta space)
I disappear, pulled the Ghost out today, nah (yeah)
Baby Money (Baby Money)
I try to think about you, but
It's, still I just went and cashed out on some new shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's, that's, that's the point, you feel me? (Baby Money)
I got love for ya, I got love (love for ya)
I got love for ya, I got love (I love you)
I got drugs for ya, I got drugs (I love, love)
I got drugs for ya, I got drugs
Bae, I'm losin' my mind
Yeah, the money sittin' side by side
I got love for ya, I got love, love
You the plug, f*ck, you the plug, plug
I beat it up, f*ck, beat it up, beat it up
I got love for you, I got love (I got love)
We got love for you (Baby Money), we got love
I got drugs for you (it's, it's, it's not, it's, it's lasting forever), I got drugs
She got drugs for us, she got drugs
She tryna eat my wrist (oh)
She tryna suck my dick (woah)
I went to sleep dead broke (woah)
I woke up too rich (too rich, too rich)
I ain't never ever have to front (woah)
I got a black truck sitting out front (out front)
My main bitch got a big butt (oh)
I get the big ass fit for my gun (Baby Money)
I'm in the air, pullin' up in Magic City (woah)
I'm with your bih, and yeah, she showin' me her titties (Baby Money)
All my money stackin' taller than a midget (uh)
I'm smokin' kale, nigga smokin' midget (uh)
On the real, I've been counting' digits
On the low, I've been sellin' bitches (Baby Money)
Take her phone ho, she can't take a picture
I'm gonna flex the ho, I'm with all my niggas
Baby Money
Baby Money
Baby Money, baby
Uh-uh, uh
She tryna eat my wrist (oh, yeah)
She tryna suck my dick (my dick, my dick)
I went to sleep dead broke (Dead broke, dead broke)
I woke up too rich (too rich, too rich)
I ain't never ever have to front (have to front)
I got a black truck sitting out front (out front)
My main bitch got a big butt (big butt)
I get the big ass fit for my gun
I'm in the air, pullin' up in Magic City (Magic City)
I'm with your bih, and yeah, she showin' me her titties
All my money stackin' taller than a midget (uh)
I'm smokin' kale, nigga smokin' midget (uh)
On the real, I've been counting digits (Baby Money)
On the low, I've been sellin' bitches (Baby Money)
Take her phone ho, she can't take a picture
I'm gonna flex the ho, I'm with all my niggas
She don't wanna talk, she just tryna vacate (vacate)
I got a nice place, 'bout to fly her to the A
I got a gangsta ho tryna swing my Drac'
I'm pourin' up eights, ridin' with Lil 8 (Lil 8)
Yeah, I got racks on my face (my face)
She got racks in her face (her face)
I f*cked the bitch, sent the ho outer space (outta space)
I disappear, pulled the Ghost out today, nah (yeah)
Baby Money (Baby Money)
I try to think about you, but
It's, still I just went and cashed out on some new shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's, that's, that's the point, you feel me? (Baby Money)
I got love for ya, I got love (love for ya)
I got love for ya, I got love (I love you)
I got drugs for ya, I got drugs (I love, love)
I got drugs for ya, I got drugs
Bae, I'm losin' my mind
Yeah, the money sittin' side by side
I got love for ya, I got love, love
You the plug, f*ck, you the plug, plug
I beat it up, f*ck, beat it up, beat it up
I got love for you, I got love (I got love)
We got love for you (Baby Money), we got love
I got drugs for you (it's, it's, it's not, it's, it's lasting forever), I got drugs
She got drugs for us, she got drugs
She tryna eat my wrist (oh)
She tryna suck my dick (woah)
I went to sleep dead broke (woah)
I woke up too rich (too rich, too rich)
I ain't never ever have to front (woah)
I got a black truck sitting out front (out front)
My main bitch got a big butt (oh)
I get the big ass fit for my gun (Baby Money)
I'm in the air, pullin' up in Magic City (woah)
I'm with your bih, and yeah, she showin' me her titties (Baby Money)
All my money stackin' taller than a midget (uh)
I'm smokin' kale, nigga smokin' midget (uh)
On the real, I've been counting' digits
On the low, I've been sellin' bitches (Baby Money)
Take her phone ho, she can't take a picture
I'm gonna flex the ho, I'm with all my niggas
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie III, Eeti Eratuli, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Vladimir Grishin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Crystal Clear
Yeah
Looking down at my wrist
I don't understand it
Some of my niggas not here
Some of my bitches can't forgive
Love the shit I won't forget
I've been living through a seal
I've been seeing crystal clear
Probably never ever love another bitch
I let the book
I'm putting bucket seats all my f*cking whips
I put the quality seats in all my f*cking trucks
I got your baby momma tryna come and f*ck
I spend money my whole lifestyle luxury
Imma p that pussy wet I might crush it
I drop fire
I'm on a private jet I'm rolling up a blunt
I'm on fashion shit I'm in Paris and Milan
I got these racks bitch and I'm f*cking off for fun
Just stop it shawty
He ain't got a profit shawty
200 thousand on the floor it's awesome
I ain't got nothing imma rockstar shawty
I want money like a million dollars
I done made it but I still got problems
Yeah (I still got problems)
Looking down at my wrist
I don't understand it
Some of my niggas not here
Some of my bitches can't forgive
Love the shit I won't forget
I've been living through a seal
I've been seeing crystal clear
Probably never ever love another bitch
I let the book
I'm putting bucket seats all my f*cking whips
I put the quality seats in all my f*cking trucks
I got your baby momma tryna come and f*ck
I spend money my whole lifestyle luxury
Imma p that pussy wet I might crush it
Billion dollar swag got these f*ck niggas mad
Going big man truck I'm pulling up just like your dad
I got the wagon sitting on racks
All my niggas coming through throwing red rags
All the opp niggas out throwing white flags
All the rap niggas out throwing white flags
I need my money today no lagging
Got yo main bitch with me and she bout to crash
I think I'm done playing nice
Got my niggas in the back shooting dice
All this fine shit really looking right
I got wafi flying out with the ice
Commas on commas that's the shit that I like
Big ol booty shit yea that's my type
Tell the runner go and get some more sprite
I got lean I'm sipping without the ice
Yeah
Looking down at my wrist
I don't understand it
Some of my niggas not here
Some of my bitches can't forgive
Love the shit I won't forget
I've been living through a seal
I've been seeing crystal clear
Probably never ever love another bitch
I let the book
I'm putting bucket seats all my f*cking whips
I put the quality seats in all my f*cking trucks
I got your baby momma tryna come and f*ck
I spend money my whole lifestyle luxury
Imma p that pussy wet I might crush it
Looking down at my wrist
I don't understand it
Some of my niggas not here
Some of my bitches can't forgive
Love the shit I won't forget
I've been living through a seal
I've been seeing crystal clear
Probably never ever love another bitch
I let the book
I'm putting bucket seats all my f*cking whips
I put the quality seats in all my f*cking trucks
I got your baby momma tryna come and f*ck
I spend money my whole lifestyle luxury
Imma p that pussy wet I might crush it
I drop fire
I'm on a private jet I'm rolling up a blunt
I'm on fashion shit I'm in Paris and Milan
I got these racks bitch and I'm f*cking off for fun
Just stop it shawty
He ain't got a profit shawty
200 thousand on the floor it's awesome
I ain't got nothing imma rockstar shawty
I want money like a million dollars
I done made it but I still got problems
Yeah (I still got problems)
Looking down at my wrist
I don't understand it
Some of my niggas not here
Some of my bitches can't forgive
Love the shit I won't forget
I've been living through a seal
I've been seeing crystal clear
Probably never ever love another bitch
I let the book
I'm putting bucket seats all my f*cking whips
I put the quality seats in all my f*cking trucks
I got your baby momma tryna come and f*ck
I spend money my whole lifestyle luxury
Imma p that pussy wet I might crush it
Billion dollar swag got these f*ck niggas mad
Going big man truck I'm pulling up just like your dad
I got the wagon sitting on racks
All my niggas coming through throwing red rags
All the opp niggas out throwing white flags
All the rap niggas out throwing white flags
I need my money today no lagging
Got yo main bitch with me and she bout to crash
I think I'm done playing nice
Got my niggas in the back shooting dice
All this fine shit really looking right
I got wafi flying out with the ice
Commas on commas that's the shit that I like
Big ol booty shit yea that's my type
Tell the runner go and get some more sprite
I got lean I'm sipping without the ice
Yeah
Looking down at my wrist
I don't understand it
Some of my niggas not here
Some of my bitches can't forgive
Love the shit I won't forget
I've been living through a seal
I've been seeing crystal clear
Probably never ever love another bitch
I let the book
I'm putting bucket seats all my f*cking whips
I put the quality seats in all my f*cking trucks
I got your baby momma tryna come and f*ck
I spend money my whole lifestyle luxury
Imma p that pussy wet I might crush it
Writer: Aaron Raj Tanarasoo, Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Moon, Jalan Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Baby Money
Money
Woo, woo
Baby money, baby money, baby money
And she want that bag, she ain't right
Smoking out the bag, just roll one
Had to go legit, got dope money
Had to go legit, got scam money
I can never quit, I am money
I never diss my bitch by being funny
Nah, huh, I'm lying
She too bad, she might get in this Lamb' for me
She got ass, she might get an advance from me
If she bad, she might get some bands from me
Huh, I'm shining
She bad, she might get in a 'rarri
She bad, she might meet my homies
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Baby money, ya
Baby money, baby money
Shawty, she a vibe, she my type
She can be mine for one night
I just need drugs and dirty Sprite
I don't know about you, I love my life
F*cking on this bitch, she not my wife
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' money life
The money life
Baby money
Baby money, baby money, baby money
And she want that bag, she ain't right
Smoking out the bag, just roll one
Had to go legit, got dope money
Had to go legit, got scam money
I can never quit, I am money
I never diss my bitch by being funny
Nah, huh, I'm lying
She too bad, she might get in this Lamb' for me
She got ass, she might get an advance from me
If she bad, she might get some bands from me
Huh, I'm shining
She bad, she might get in a 'rarri
She bad, she might meet my homies
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Shawty pussy is wet, tsunami
She got a friend sitting in the lobby
I been serving Margot Robbie
I make the Maybach twerk
Like a fat ass going to work
Anyway, I hate this urge
Stuff 100K in my main bitch purse
Baby money, baby money, baby money
Baby money, baby money, baby money
And she want that bag, she ain't right
Smoking out the bag, just roll one
Had to go legit, got dope money
Had to go legit, got scam money
I can never quit, I am money
I never diss my bitch by being funny
Nah, huh, I'm lying
She too bad, she might get in this Lamb' for me
She got ass, she might get an advance from me
If she bad, she might get some bands from me
Huh, I'm shining
She bad, she might get in a 'rarri
She bad, she might meet my homies
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Woo, woo
Baby money, baby money, baby money
And she want that bag, she ain't right
Smoking out the bag, just roll one
Had to go legit, got dope money
Had to go legit, got scam money
I can never quit, I am money
I never diss my bitch by being funny
Nah, huh, I'm lying
She too bad, she might get in this Lamb' for me
She got ass, she might get an advance from me
If she bad, she might get some bands from me
Huh, I'm shining
She bad, she might get in a 'rarri
She bad, she might meet my homies
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Baby money, ya
Baby money, baby money
Shawty, she a vibe, she my type
She can be mine for one night
I just need drugs and dirty Sprite
I don't know about you, I love my life
F*cking on this bitch, she not my wife
Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' money life
The money life
Baby money
Baby money, baby money, baby money
And she want that bag, she ain't right
Smoking out the bag, just roll one
Had to go legit, got dope money
Had to go legit, got scam money
I can never quit, I am money
I never diss my bitch by being funny
Nah, huh, I'm lying
She too bad, she might get in this Lamb' for me
She got ass, she might get an advance from me
If she bad, she might get some bands from me
Huh, I'm shining
She bad, she might get in a 'rarri
She bad, she might meet my homies
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Shawty pussy is wet, tsunami
She got a friend sitting in the lobby
I been serving Margot Robbie
I make the Maybach twerk
Like a fat ass going to work
Anyway, I hate this urge
Stuff 100K in my main bitch purse
Baby money, baby money, baby money
Baby money, baby money, baby money
And she want that bag, she ain't right
Smoking out the bag, just roll one
Had to go legit, got dope money
Had to go legit, got scam money
I can never quit, I am money
I never diss my bitch by being funny
Nah, huh, I'm lying
She too bad, she might get in this Lamb' for me
She got ass, she might get an advance from me
If she bad, she might get some bands from me
Huh, I'm shining
She bad, she might get in a 'rarri
She bad, she might meet my homies
Yeah, yeah, she bad, she on me
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Jalan Lowe, Kenneth Pannu, Max Rafael, Semsi Salvino
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Say That
This ain't a lifestyle, this just life
Say that (lifestyle, Money)
Say that, say that
This ain't the same kit, this new ice (this new ice)
This ain't the same bitch, this here my new wife (yeah, yeah)
She cross me, f*ck her best friend out of spite (spite, spite)
Baby Money life, getting rich like more than twice (twice, twice)
This ain't a lifestyle, this just life
My model bitch, she don't want no food, she just eat rice
I'm super slime, shoot you in your back, won't use a knife (super slime)
Turn the lights off, ho, check out my neck, that bitch still bite
(Say that, say that, lifestyle)
I think I like this bitch, yeah, she my type (say that)
Private jet, I ship her straight to me right overnight (say that)
She want Van Cleef, I don't need a thing but dirty Sprites
She like Tiffany, Elliot her rings, where your diamonds?
(Say that, say that, say that, say that)
This ain't a lifestyle, bitch, I'm just styling (yeah, yeah)
Check out the closet, animal patterns, I'm wilding (yeah, ooh)
She burning calories, she f*ck on me, then lay on islands (say that, say that)
I walk in luxury, my clothes handmade by Italians (this ain't a lifestyle)
F*ck it, I'm bored, I'm 'bout to book a flight
Okay, let's board, your bitch, your ho, your wife
What we doin'? Flights to LA, I'm back, okay, bitch, bye
Don't need a passport for this plane, I'm G6 high
(Say that, say that, say that, say that)
This ain't the same kit, this new ice (this new ice)
This ain't the same bitch, this here my new wife (sheesh)
She cross me, f*ck her best friend out of spite
Baby Money life, getting rich like more than twice
(Yeah, yeah, this ain't a lifestyle)
This ain't a lifestyle, this just life (this ain't a lifestyle, yeah)
My model bitch, she don't want no food, she just eat rice
I'm super slime, shoot you in your back, won't use a knife (yeah, yeah)
Turn the lights off, ho, check out my neck, that bitch still bite
(Say that, say that, say that)
Say that (lifestyle, Money)
Say that, say that
This ain't the same kit, this new ice (this new ice)
This ain't the same bitch, this here my new wife (yeah, yeah)
She cross me, f*ck her best friend out of spite (spite, spite)
Baby Money life, getting rich like more than twice (twice, twice)
This ain't a lifestyle, this just life
My model bitch, she don't want no food, she just eat rice
I'm super slime, shoot you in your back, won't use a knife (super slime)
Turn the lights off, ho, check out my neck, that bitch still bite
(Say that, say that, lifestyle)
I think I like this bitch, yeah, she my type (say that)
Private jet, I ship her straight to me right overnight (say that)
She want Van Cleef, I don't need a thing but dirty Sprites
She like Tiffany, Elliot her rings, where your diamonds?
(Say that, say that, say that, say that)
This ain't a lifestyle, bitch, I'm just styling (yeah, yeah)
Check out the closet, animal patterns, I'm wilding (yeah, ooh)
She burning calories, she f*ck on me, then lay on islands (say that, say that)
I walk in luxury, my clothes handmade by Italians (this ain't a lifestyle)
F*ck it, I'm bored, I'm 'bout to book a flight
Okay, let's board, your bitch, your ho, your wife
What we doin'? Flights to LA, I'm back, okay, bitch, bye
Don't need a passport for this plane, I'm G6 high
(Say that, say that, say that, say that)
This ain't the same kit, this new ice (this new ice)
This ain't the same bitch, this here my new wife (sheesh)
She cross me, f*ck her best friend out of spite
Baby Money life, getting rich like more than twice
(Yeah, yeah, this ain't a lifestyle)
This ain't a lifestyle, this just life (this ain't a lifestyle, yeah)
My model bitch, she don't want no food, she just eat rice
I'm super slime, shoot you in your back, won't use a knife (yeah, yeah)
Turn the lights off, ho, check out my neck, that bitch still bite
(Say that, say that, say that)
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Kerr, Jalan Lowe, Mehki Wilber, Thant Tayzar
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pimp Talk
I'm with 88
Rah
The bitch want dollars
The ho gon' get it
A milli place, yeah, a young nigga spent it
The crib so brazy, come check how I'm livin'
My diamonds look like Skittles
Every color different
My bitch a lil' squirter, her sister a lil' spiller
My brother locked up for murder
Free all of my killers
Hell nah, I ain't worried, I'm a top floor nigga
Hell nah, you can't get this size, this shit here expensive
This bitch here expensive
This wrist here expensive
This Rick pair expensive
This shit here expensive
All my ice, all my ice bite, nigga grippin'
Shawty's riding, munch, Ice Spice, she damn near bit me
I'm with 88, dropped a hunnid thousand on these tennis
Lil' bitch, I'm trippin', yes, I'm going Scotty Talm Pippen
I just gave yo' bitch my ride, man, I ain't talking Dennis, I'm on top, let's get it
Check out all these bitches, damn, I'm livin'
Check how I'm whippin', V12 in my engine, shit ain't rented
I pour purple in it, feelin' a little dizzy, I ain't tipsy
My head keep spinnin', I keep on forgettin' different women
My windows tinted, lights off in the mansion, keep 'em dim lit
The money life
Rah
The money life
The bitch want dollars
The ho gon' get it
A milli place, yeah, a young nigga spent it
The crib so brazy, come check how I'm livin'
My diamonds look like Skittles
Every color different
My bitch a lil' squirter, her sister a lil' spiller
My brother locked up for murder
Free all of my killers
Hell nah, I ain't worried, I'm a top floor nigga
Hell nah, you can't get this size, this shit here expensive
This bitch here expensive
This wrist here expensive
This Rick pair expensive
This shit here expensive
88
Rah
The bitch want dollars
The ho gon' get it
A milli place, yeah, a young nigga spent it
The crib so brazy, come check how I'm livin'
My diamonds look like Skittles
Every color different
My bitch a lil' squirter, her sister a lil' spiller
My brother locked up for murder
Free all of my killers
Hell nah, I ain't worried, I'm a top floor nigga
Hell nah, you can't get this size, this shit here expensive
This bitch here expensive
This wrist here expensive
This Rick pair expensive
This shit here expensive
All my ice, all my ice bite, nigga grippin'
Shawty's riding, munch, Ice Spice, she damn near bit me
I'm with 88, dropped a hunnid thousand on these tennis
Lil' bitch, I'm trippin', yes, I'm going Scotty Talm Pippen
I just gave yo' bitch my ride, man, I ain't talking Dennis, I'm on top, let's get it
Check out all these bitches, damn, I'm livin'
Check how I'm whippin', V12 in my engine, shit ain't rented
I pour purple in it, feelin' a little dizzy, I ain't tipsy
My head keep spinnin', I keep on forgettin' different women
My windows tinted, lights off in the mansion, keep 'em dim lit
The money life
Rah
The money life
The bitch want dollars
The ho gon' get it
A milli place, yeah, a young nigga spent it
The crib so brazy, come check how I'm livin'
My diamonds look like Skittles
Every color different
My bitch a lil' squirter, her sister a lil' spiller
My brother locked up for murder
Free all of my killers
Hell nah, I ain't worried, I'm a top floor nigga
Hell nah, you can't get this size, this shit here expensive
This bitch here expensive
This wrist here expensive
This Rick pair expensive
This shit here expensive
88
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Clemens Wardin, Jalan Lowe, Maximilian Huschke
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cadillac
Two hundred around my neck
I got a Cadillac sittin' on my chest
I got diamonds all in the bed
She rockin' my chains, she givin' me head
Stand all day, they on set
For a ride, I'll probably be dead
I got a vibe, she way too fine
She mine, she way, way overprotective
I don't sip lines, got pints on pints
This drank keep coming in handy
I ain't worry about it, she fine enough, I pay for all of her rent
I ain't worry about it, I told my nigga, I got it, they got this shit
Jump in the trap, I was lost
Jumped out the trap and I turned to a boss
Her pussy just stepped on Voss
I think I might carry this bitch, not toss
Ice, froze myself, I still got diamonds sittin' in the cough
Kill sittin' my lungs, I'm pouring up wok, ain't doing no coffee
Off a pill and she going dumb, she poppin' that pussy, she makin' it walk
I can feel this shit in my guts, I'm off a G6 and I can't even talk
Lately I've been on one but right now I'm off one
Tried to make her my home girl but she got me on a poster
I've been livin' a rockstar life and poppin' my shit like I'm 'posed to
I put it in sport mode ride and put the Maybach off the shoulder
I got dirty money that need to be washed, it's spillin' in all my sodas
Baby money gon' catch my opp, don't care 'bout these nigga, don't know them
Baby money been countin' up guap, gon' blow it in they face, go throw some
Baby money, just pop me a thot then threw her away, don't know her
Baby money a stand up guy, make these pussy nigga sit down
Baby money been puttin' on his whole damn team right now
Baby money pop
Two hundred around my neck
I got a Cadillac sittin' on my chest
I got diamonds all in the bed
She rockin' my chains, she givin' me head
Stand all day, they on set
For a ride, I'll probably be dead
I got a vibe, she way too fine
She mine, she way, way overprotective
I don't sip lines, got pints on pints
This drank keep coming in handy
I ain't worry about it, she fine enough, I pay for all of her rent
I ain't worry about it, I told my nigga, I got it, they got this shit
I got a Cadillac sittin' on my chest
I got diamonds all in the bed
She rockin' my chains, she givin' me head
Stand all day, they on set
For a ride, I'll probably be dead
I got a vibe, she way too fine
She mine, she way, way overprotective
I don't sip lines, got pints on pints
This drank keep coming in handy
I ain't worry about it, she fine enough, I pay for all of her rent
I ain't worry about it, I told my nigga, I got it, they got this shit
Jump in the trap, I was lost
Jumped out the trap and I turned to a boss
Her pussy just stepped on Voss
I think I might carry this bitch, not toss
Ice, froze myself, I still got diamonds sittin' in the cough
Kill sittin' my lungs, I'm pouring up wok, ain't doing no coffee
Off a pill and she going dumb, she poppin' that pussy, she makin' it walk
I can feel this shit in my guts, I'm off a G6 and I can't even talk
Lately I've been on one but right now I'm off one
Tried to make her my home girl but she got me on a poster
I've been livin' a rockstar life and poppin' my shit like I'm 'posed to
I put it in sport mode ride and put the Maybach off the shoulder
I got dirty money that need to be washed, it's spillin' in all my sodas
Baby money gon' catch my opp, don't care 'bout these nigga, don't know them
Baby money been countin' up guap, gon' blow it in they face, go throw some
Baby money, just pop me a thot then threw her away, don't know her
Baby money a stand up guy, make these pussy nigga sit down
Baby money been puttin' on his whole damn team right now
Baby money pop
Two hundred around my neck
I got a Cadillac sittin' on my chest
I got diamonds all in the bed
She rockin' my chains, she givin' me head
Stand all day, they on set
For a ride, I'll probably be dead
I got a vibe, she way too fine
She mine, she way, way overprotective
I don't sip lines, got pints on pints
This drank keep coming in handy
I ain't worry about it, she fine enough, I pay for all of her rent
I ain't worry about it, I told my nigga, I got it, they got this shit
Writer: Ademofe Abiodun, Amon Hill, Bobby Sandimanie, Isaac De Boni, Jalan Lowe, Jonah Abraham, Kenneth Pannu, Michael Mule
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Syrup Sipping
You see, a lot of people, they say they don't understand these young nigga
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot signs
And if you don't pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man
All my nigga in the industry, when these young nigga step to you, my nigga
Give them the right answer, my nigga, the right direction
So they can further they career, and all you DJs play these young nigga shit
If the shit good, give them a chance, nigga
This is the f*ckin' future, man
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
She like to geek like a nerd
She want cocaine, think she Scarface
I been gettin' way too high
Got ash on my mink Cartier
Hop in a SRT, go skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and now she cursed, yeah
Baby money, money lead a rockstar life, I like to partake
I got blood on my Timbs
I just broke a whole damn ATM
I just made a hurricane in here
I shoulda caught this on film
She wanna just f*ck on me, she wanna go f*ck on him
I been livin' in luxury, got VVSs on all my rims
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist having a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
Baby money
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot signs
And if you don't pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man
All my nigga in the industry, when these young nigga step to you, my nigga
Give them the right answer, my nigga, the right direction
So they can further they career, and all you DJs play these young nigga shit
If the shit good, give them a chance, nigga
This is the f*ckin' future, man
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
She like to geek like a nerd
She want cocaine, think she Scarface
I been gettin' way too high
Got ash on my mink Cartier
Hop in a SRT, go skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and now she cursed, yeah
Baby money, money lead a rockstar life, I like to partake
I got blood on my Timbs
I just broke a whole damn ATM
I just made a hurricane in here
I shoulda caught this on film
She wanna just f*ck on me, she wanna go f*ck on him
I been livin' in luxury, got VVSs on all my rims
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist having a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
Baby money
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Lock In
I'm a thug
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that baby money the plug (What, what?)
Everybody know that baby money keep drugs (What, what?)
Whoa, whoa, what's up? (Whoa, whoa)
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up (Geeked up)
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up (Geeked up)
Pop another one just to focus up (Just up)
Lock in
'Bout to clutch my fire 'cause somebody not kin (Hold on, doo)
I'm way too psyched out, this shit just kicked in (Damn, booted up)
Pull it out the lot, V12 Maybach the Benz (Ah, ah)
If you a bad bitch, better bring some friends (Hold on)
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Geek up
Geek up
Pop one, let's f*ck
Hold on
She tryna skate all on my ice, she think she Frozone (Hold on, skrrt)
She tryna play just like one time, I tell her go home (Hold on)
My fit over twenty-thousand with no logo
I bet I outsell your new album with no promo (It's funny)
It's funny
These nigga think they begging me, I'm coming (Hold on)
I got ya bitch tryna jump off the porch and out with money (It's true)
How the f*ck you think you poppin' shit, ain't got no money?
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Geek up
Pop one, let's f*ck
Hold on
I'm a thug
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that baby money the plug
Everybody know that baby money keep drugs
Whoa, whoa, what's up? (Whoa, whoa)
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up (Geeked up)
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up (Geeked up)
Pop another one just to focus up
Lock in
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that baby money the plug (What, what?)
Everybody know that baby money keep drugs (What, what?)
Whoa, whoa, what's up? (Whoa, whoa)
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up (Geeked up)
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up (Geeked up)
Pop another one just to focus up (Just up)
Lock in
'Bout to clutch my fire 'cause somebody not kin (Hold on, doo)
I'm way too psyched out, this shit just kicked in (Damn, booted up)
Pull it out the lot, V12 Maybach the Benz (Ah, ah)
If you a bad bitch, better bring some friends (Hold on)
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Geek up
Geek up
Pop one, let's f*ck
Hold on
She tryna skate all on my ice, she think she Frozone (Hold on, skrrt)
She tryna play just like one time, I tell her go home (Hold on)
My fit over twenty-thousand with no logo
I bet I outsell your new album with no promo (It's funny)
It's funny
These nigga think they begging me, I'm coming (Hold on)
I got ya bitch tryna jump off the porch and out with money (It's true)
How the f*ck you think you poppin' shit, ain't got no money?
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Lock in
Geek up
Pop one, let's f*ck
Hold on
I'm a thug
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that baby money the plug
Everybody know that baby money keep drugs
Whoa, whoa, what's up? (Whoa, whoa)
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up (Geeked up)
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up (Geeked up)
Pop another one just to focus up
Lock in
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Kerr, Jalan Lowe, John M Weir, Thant Tayzar, Vladimir Grishin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Doubt It
I can't miss a dollar, pop a Tesla, watch the money counter
Came out swinging doors, posted in the kitchen, sticks on counters
Blowing all these shows, I've been arguing with my accountant
You know how it go when you young and rich, you gotta pop it
This year, made a couple million dollars
I've been going through some things, but it's alright
You know what they say "More money, more problems"
My shawty say she got my back, I treat her right
She say she saving me, but sometimes I still doubt it
They say I talk too much about how I been popping
They want me to rap about my life, that's all I do
Honestly, I ain't even got no time for you
100 dollars what it cost to walk in my shoes
They say this money f*cked around got to my brain
I think it did it, showed me half these nigga lame
I think it did it, showed me bitches f*ck for fame
I think it did it, showed me just to stay in my lane
And I'm sorry I ain't got no time to call you
Why you acting like that? You know that Baby Money a baller
I tried to give you all of me and f*cked around and lost it
Matter a fact, I'll hit you back
Soon as we land this jet
Just hit a flight overseas, 'bout to meet my European connect
Aye, Australia, going around the world and still ain't get no rest
My whip retarded, baby, please don't swerve it like that, you might just wreck
Forgi's flying, huh
Yeah, lil' shawty fine and I'm fresh
Baby money
Baby money, baby money
Baby money
I can't miss a dollar, pop a Tesla, watch the money counter
Came out swinging doors, posted in the kitchen, sticks on counters
Blowing all these shows, I've been arguing with my accountant
You know how it go when you young and rich, you gotta pop it
This year, made a couple million dollars
I've been going through some things, but it's alright
You know what they say "More money, more problems"
My shawty say she got my back, I treat her right
She say she saving me, but sometimes I still doubt it
Came out swinging doors, posted in the kitchen, sticks on counters
Blowing all these shows, I've been arguing with my accountant
You know how it go when you young and rich, you gotta pop it
This year, made a couple million dollars
I've been going through some things, but it's alright
You know what they say "More money, more problems"
My shawty say she got my back, I treat her right
She say she saving me, but sometimes I still doubt it
They say I talk too much about how I been popping
They want me to rap about my life, that's all I do
Honestly, I ain't even got no time for you
100 dollars what it cost to walk in my shoes
They say this money f*cked around got to my brain
I think it did it, showed me half these nigga lame
I think it did it, showed me bitches f*ck for fame
I think it did it, showed me just to stay in my lane
And I'm sorry I ain't got no time to call you
Why you acting like that? You know that Baby Money a baller
I tried to give you all of me and f*cked around and lost it
Matter a fact, I'll hit you back
Soon as we land this jet
Just hit a flight overseas, 'bout to meet my European connect
Aye, Australia, going around the world and still ain't get no rest
My whip retarded, baby, please don't swerve it like that, you might just wreck
Forgi's flying, huh
Yeah, lil' shawty fine and I'm fresh
Baby money
Baby money, baby money
Baby money
I can't miss a dollar, pop a Tesla, watch the money counter
Came out swinging doors, posted in the kitchen, sticks on counters
Blowing all these shows, I've been arguing with my accountant
You know how it go when you young and rich, you gotta pop it
This year, made a couple million dollars
I've been going through some things, but it's alright
You know what they say "More money, more problems"
My shawty say she got my back, I treat her right
She say she saving me, but sometimes I still doubt it
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Kerr, Jalan Lowe, John M Weir, Nick Spiders
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wish You Well
Hmm-mm-hmm
You know what I'm sayin', baby? Money bossed up, money life
This ain't a lifestyle, this shit is life (Perfect, wow)
'88, wait, whoa
I'm steppin' in Ricky, just bought her Balenci
Baguettes givin' hickies, oh yeah
Had to flee out the city, she say that she miss me
But nah, I ain't got time to lay up
I go New York City, had to up my digits
Got millions on millions, gettin' richer
Yeah, dash cam digital, go jailbreak cutie
F*ck up the streets, goin' missing
I been feeling unwell, my ice unwell
Got bags on bags, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanel, you know that's my girl, she pop it well (Wow)
Baby money ball, you can tell
Go Johnny Manziel, I wish you well (Yeah)
And none of my nigga gon' tell (Yeah)
And all my dope gon' sell
Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees
The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee
My swag Japanese, yeah, check my receipts
My whips ain't leased, they all for me
Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash
F*ck a real young ho, she a real deal treesh
Tomato, tomahto, I got it, capiche?
Big M, top dollar, don't gotta compete
You know me and my guys, we all gon' eat
Just hit your thot, askin' what she need
My shirt's cashmere and my chains gon' swing (Yeah)
Ride with the thang on me
Big 5, baby money
All my hoes elite
All my shows sold out
Baby money travels the world
Money baby, money baby
'88, wait
Check the lifestyle
This just life
I'm steppin' in Ricky, just bought her Balenci
Baguettes givin' hickies, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Had to flee out the city, she say that she miss me
But nah, I ain't got time to lay up
I go New York City, had to up my digits
Got millions on millions, gettin' richer
Yeah, dash cam digital, go jailbreak cutie
F*ck up the streets, goin' missin'
I been feelin' unwell, my ice unwell
Got bags on bags, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanel, you know that's my girl, she pop it well
Baby money ball, you can tell
Go Johnny Manziel, I wish you well (Yo)
And none of my nigga gon' tell (Gon' tell)
And all my dope gon' sell
Baby money, baby money
'88
You know what I'm sayin', baby? Money bossed up, money life
This ain't a lifestyle, this shit is life (Perfect, wow)
'88, wait, whoa
I'm steppin' in Ricky, just bought her Balenci
Baguettes givin' hickies, oh yeah
Had to flee out the city, she say that she miss me
But nah, I ain't got time to lay up
I go New York City, had to up my digits
Got millions on millions, gettin' richer
Yeah, dash cam digital, go jailbreak cutie
F*ck up the streets, goin' missing
I been feeling unwell, my ice unwell
Got bags on bags, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanel, you know that's my girl, she pop it well (Wow)
Baby money ball, you can tell
Go Johnny Manziel, I wish you well (Yeah)
And none of my nigga gon' tell (Yeah)
And all my dope gon' sell
Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees
The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee
My swag Japanese, yeah, check my receipts
My whips ain't leased, they all for me
Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash
F*ck a real young ho, she a real deal treesh
Tomato, tomahto, I got it, capiche?
Big M, top dollar, don't gotta compete
You know me and my guys, we all gon' eat
Just hit your thot, askin' what she need
My shirt's cashmere and my chains gon' swing (Yeah)
Ride with the thang on me
Big 5, baby money
All my hoes elite
All my shows sold out
Baby money travels the world
Money baby, money baby
'88, wait
Check the lifestyle
This just life
I'm steppin' in Ricky, just bought her Balenci
Baguettes givin' hickies, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Had to flee out the city, she say that she miss me
But nah, I ain't got time to lay up
I go New York City, had to up my digits
Got millions on millions, gettin' richer
Yeah, dash cam digital, go jailbreak cutie
F*ck up the streets, goin' missin'
I been feelin' unwell, my ice unwell
Got bags on bags, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanel, you know that's my girl, she pop it well
Baby money ball, you can tell
Go Johnny Manziel, I wish you well (Yo)
And none of my nigga gon' tell (Gon' tell)
And all my dope gon' sell
Baby money, baby money
'88
Writer: Aaron Raj Tanarasoo, Bobby Sandimanie, Jalan Lowe, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ship Her Off
Yeah
Money baby, money baby
I'm a pimp with these hoes
Drop a check on my clothes
Can't recycle my flows
I'ma switch it up on you
Shit on top of the charts
I'ma knock off a narc
I'ma f*ck on her neck
Got her geeked off a perc
I been chewing on X
Jump out G4 jets
She just want more sex
I just need more checks
Audemars my piguet, my Patek pussy wet
I been ballin' so hard, you get hit with a tec
I just picked up your bitch and pulled off to the set
I don't know if it's pure, made a mess
Bought my favorite ho new Hermés
YVL, I throw up my set
Wash my hands with the blood of my enemies
I'm dickin' so deep in your bitch, she said, "Lonely, you killin' me"
Lil' baby gon' eat on that dick till she full and that's literally
These nigga keep droppin' trash, boy, stop litterin'
These nigga pussy, they sad, I call them the clitoris
Money baby, money baby
Pussy ass nigga know what I'm sayin', stop talkin' all this shit (Money baby)
YVL for life
Money baby, money baby
Ridin' down those trenches
Money baby, money baby
I'm a pimp with these hoes
Drop a check on my clothes
Can't recycle my flows
I'ma switch it up on you
Shit on top of the charts
I'ma knock off a narc
I'ma f*ck on her neck
Got her geeked off a Perc
I been chewing on X
Jump out G4 jets
She just want more sex
I just need more checks
Audemars my piguet, my Patek pussy wet
I been ballin' so hard, you get hit with a tec
I just picked up your bitch and pulled off to the set
Money baby, money baby
I'm a pimp with these hoes
Drop a check on my clothes
Can't recycle my flows
I'ma switch it up on you
Shit on top of the charts
I'ma knock off a narc
I'ma f*ck on her neck
Got her geeked off a perc
I been chewing on X
Jump out G4 jets
She just want more sex
I just need more checks
Audemars my piguet, my Patek pussy wet
I been ballin' so hard, you get hit with a tec
I just picked up your bitch and pulled off to the set
I don't know if it's pure, made a mess
Bought my favorite ho new Hermés
YVL, I throw up my set
Wash my hands with the blood of my enemies
I'm dickin' so deep in your bitch, she said, "Lonely, you killin' me"
Lil' baby gon' eat on that dick till she full and that's literally
These nigga keep droppin' trash, boy, stop litterin'
These nigga pussy, they sad, I call them the clitoris
Money baby, money baby
Pussy ass nigga know what I'm sayin', stop talkin' all this shit (Money baby)
YVL for life
Money baby, money baby
Ridin' down those trenches
Money baby, money baby
I'm a pimp with these hoes
Drop a check on my clothes
Can't recycle my flows
I'ma switch it up on you
Shit on top of the charts
I'ma knock off a narc
I'ma f*ck on her neck
Got her geeked off a Perc
I been chewing on X
Jump out G4 jets
She just want more sex
I just need more checks
Audemars my piguet, my Patek pussy wet
I been ballin' so hard, you get hit with a tec
I just picked up your bitch and pulled off to the set
Writer: Arsenii Melnyk, Bobby Sandimanie, Cody Rounds, Jalan Lowe, Kenneth Pannu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Honestly
I can't lie, I wish you was here
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
I can't lie, I wish you was here
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
I been living through all my nigga
I been stuck inside in the crib
Don't worry about how long you been with us
Honestly, she probably not your bitch
Honestly, honestly, that's probably not your ho
She just let me Michael Jordan, dunk all on her throat
Honestly, these pointer tennis chains about to choke
Honestly, honestly, these nigga going broke
Honestly, honestly, this love last forever
Honestly, honestly, I'm the plug and that's forever
Honestly, honestly, I got bags, yeah, wherever
Honestly, honestly, this money living forever
Be honest with me, I know you miss me, shawty, keep it G
Be honest with me, I always thought it'd be you and me
Rihanna shit, fashion killer, and her ass in them jeans
Honestly, this bitch really something that I need
Honestly, this bitch probably might be made for me
Honestly, I'm about to hop in that pussy and just ski
Honestly, I'm about to beat it up just like a beat
Honestly, if this ho might leave, I might just tweak
If I'm being honest. I-
It just, it wasn't 'posed to be like this
But at the same time it was supposed to be like this, so it's like (Money)
Shit
I can't lie, I wish you was here
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
I can't lie, I wish you was here
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
I can't lie, I wish you was here
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
I been living through all my nigga
I been stuck inside in the crib
Don't worry about how long you been with us
Honestly, she probably not your bitch
Honestly, honestly, that's probably not your ho
She just let me Michael Jordan, dunk all on her throat
Honestly, these pointer tennis chains about to choke
Honestly, honestly, these nigga going broke
Honestly, honestly, this love last forever
Honestly, honestly, I'm the plug and that's forever
Honestly, honestly, I got bags, yeah, wherever
Honestly, honestly, this money living forever
Be honest with me, I know you miss me, shawty, keep it G
Be honest with me, I always thought it'd be you and me
Rihanna shit, fashion killer, and her ass in them jeans
Honestly, this bitch really something that I need
Honestly, this bitch probably might be made for me
Honestly, I'm about to hop in that pussy and just ski
Honestly, I'm about to beat it up just like a beat
Honestly, if this ho might leave, I might just tweak
If I'm being honest. I-
It just, it wasn't 'posed to be like this
But at the same time it was supposed to be like this, so it's like (Money)
Shit
I can't lie, I wish you was here
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
I can't lie, I wish you was here
Honestly, this shit getting real
I've been feeling bigger than big
Pour it up, let's crack us a seal
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Christopher Townsend, Dwayne Richardson, Jalan Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Take A Trip
Young nigga shit
Yes, I'm rich
Shit, it is what it is
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Tell a dog ass bitch suck a nigga dick
Take a flick
Send it to your friends
Talk about money, this shit is never endin'
Take a trip, touch down in the ends
Let's play nice, let's be friends
Hold up, bitch, don't do that again
Let's go out, bring ya friends
I ain't tryna f*ck 'em, I'm just tryna make amends
If they bad, f*ck it, I might hit 'em both
Shawty bad and she wetter than a boat
I got a bag, f*ck it, I got cash to blow
She want Chanel, she get the earrings, coat, and tote
Check the swag, Balenciaga tip-toes
Check her ass, bro, get you one of those
I'm in Aspen, Moncler Rick coat
She playing games but I ain't Hasbro
Can't kick the cup, I got your rent spilled on the floor
I told her lies, just don't ask me about hoes
Young nigga shit
Yes, I'm rich
Shit, it is what it is
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Tell a dog ass bitch suck a nigga dick
Take a flick
Send it to your friends
Talk about money, this shit is never endin'
Take a trip, touch down in the ends
Talkin' 'bout London or Paris, France
I got racks in the safe and in my pants
I broke the curse, yes, I'm richer than both my parents
I'm takin' care of all my folks and that's apparent
Young nigga rich and that shit
Groupie ho tryna come and meet my clique
I told shawty she can always suck my dick
And once I'm done I'm 'bout go and call my bitch
East Atlanta raised, I caught me a lil' crib
I touched down L.A., went and copped another crib
My brother's Blood gang and my cousin, he a Crip
I'm 005, I'd rather die, ain't never see me trip
I said she can get whatever she want, I love this bitch
I said my nigga can get what they want, I love to split
Everybody watchin' my movie, huh, they love this flick
Young nigga rich, got a model ho lovin' me
Young nigga shit
Yes, I'm rich
Shit, it is what it is
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Tell a dog ass bitch suck a nigga dick
Take a flick
Send it to your friends
Talk about money, this shit is never endin'
Take a trip, touch down in the ends
Yes, I'm rich
Shit, it is what it is
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Tell a dog ass bitch suck a nigga dick
Take a flick
Send it to your friends
Talk about money, this shit is never endin'
Take a trip, touch down in the ends
Let's play nice, let's be friends
Hold up, bitch, don't do that again
Let's go out, bring ya friends
I ain't tryna f*ck 'em, I'm just tryna make amends
If they bad, f*ck it, I might hit 'em both
Shawty bad and she wetter than a boat
I got a bag, f*ck it, I got cash to blow
She want Chanel, she get the earrings, coat, and tote
Check the swag, Balenciaga tip-toes
Check her ass, bro, get you one of those
I'm in Aspen, Moncler Rick coat
She playing games but I ain't Hasbro
Can't kick the cup, I got your rent spilled on the floor
I told her lies, just don't ask me about hoes
Young nigga shit
Yes, I'm rich
Shit, it is what it is
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Tell a dog ass bitch suck a nigga dick
Take a flick
Send it to your friends
Talk about money, this shit is never endin'
Take a trip, touch down in the ends
Talkin' 'bout London or Paris, France
I got racks in the safe and in my pants
I broke the curse, yes, I'm richer than both my parents
I'm takin' care of all my folks and that's apparent
Young nigga rich and that shit
Groupie ho tryna come and meet my clique
I told shawty she can always suck my dick
And once I'm done I'm 'bout go and call my bitch
East Atlanta raised, I caught me a lil' crib
I touched down L.A., went and copped another crib
My brother's Blood gang and my cousin, he a Crip
I'm 005, I'd rather die, ain't never see me trip
I said she can get whatever she want, I love this bitch
I said my nigga can get what they want, I love to split
Everybody watchin' my movie, huh, they love this flick
Young nigga rich, got a model ho lovin' me
Young nigga shit
Yes, I'm rich
Shit, it is what it is
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Dog, I can't help that I'm lit
Tell a dog ass bitch suck a nigga dick
Take a flick
Send it to your friends
Talk about money, this shit is never endin'
Take a trip, touch down in the ends
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Jalan Lowe, Ronald Henry, Tobias Dekker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Extra High
Baby Money
Baby Money
Love hurts
Uh
Late night, thinkin' 'bout you, I ain't tryna talk about it (Talk about it)
I been livin' different, this shit gettin' awesome (Gettin' awesome)
Think I done got superpowers from takin' molly (Takin' molly)
Bitch, I don't need help, huh, just watch me (Just watch me)
I'm 'bout to roll one with the vibe, then pick her brain (Pick her brain)
I've been gettin' extra high, but I feel safe (I feel safe)
Late night, throwin' a private party (Party)
Hell yeah, it's me and my posse (On gang, ah)
She just brought her friends, huh, they wanna, yeah (Woah)
This bitch said she wanna smoke, and then she want some pills (Woo)
Take a long drive up the hill (Woo-hoo)
We just spendin' all, you can chill (You can chill, uh)
When the smoke clears, still real (Still real)
Uh, when the smoke clear I'm still here (Still here)
Money
Shawty fell in love, I feel (Uh)
Shawty fell in love for the thrill (For the thrill, uh)
Tryna find my way out here (Ah)
Tryna find a different way to feel (Feel)
In my dreams, I see bitches and dollar bills (Yeah)
I wake up, I see bitches and dollar bills (Uh, yeah)
I've been livin' rich, she wanna f*ck me, she wanna feel me (She wanna feel)
Found out that I'm weird, she wanna f*ck me, she wanna kill me (She wanna kill me)
Three ball on the head, I need her to heal me (Need)
Think I might let her win, that's what it is (Rah, uh-uh, rah)
My redbone, sunkissed
My left and right wrist frost bit
Shawty had me all the way up in this bitch
Oh my God, she tryna suck me all day, she a tick
Steph Curry with the bitch, she shot the shot, didn't miss
Laters, she popped the G6 (Rah)
And she gave me a kiss
I love her vibe, I make her my bitch (Rah)
It's not for everybody, huh, don't give a shit (Rah)
Shawty fell in love, I feel (Ooh-ooh)
Shawty fell in love for the thrill (Uh, uh)
Tryna find my way out here (Baby, uh, uh)
Tryna find a different way to feel
In my dreams, I see bitches and dollar bills (Yeah)
I wake up, I see bitches and dollar bills (Uh)
Late night, thinkin' 'bout you, I ain't tryna talk about it (Ain't tryna talk about it)
I been livin' different, this shit gettin' awesome (Gettin' awesome)
Think I done got superpowers from takin' molly (Takin' molly)
Bitch, I don't need help, huh, just watch me (Uh, just watch me)
I'm 'bout to roll one with the vibe, then pick her brain (Pick her brain)
I've been gettin' extra high, but I feel safe (I feel safe)
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
I don't give a f*ck (Uh, woo-hoo)
I don't give a f*ck (Uh)
In my dreams, I see bitches and dollar bills (Uh)
I wake up, I see bitches and dollar bills
Baby Money
Love hurts
Uh
Late night, thinkin' 'bout you, I ain't tryna talk about it (Talk about it)
I been livin' different, this shit gettin' awesome (Gettin' awesome)
Think I done got superpowers from takin' molly (Takin' molly)
Bitch, I don't need help, huh, just watch me (Just watch me)
I'm 'bout to roll one with the vibe, then pick her brain (Pick her brain)
I've been gettin' extra high, but I feel safe (I feel safe)
Late night, throwin' a private party (Party)
Hell yeah, it's me and my posse (On gang, ah)
She just brought her friends, huh, they wanna, yeah (Woah)
This bitch said she wanna smoke, and then she want some pills (Woo)
Take a long drive up the hill (Woo-hoo)
We just spendin' all, you can chill (You can chill, uh)
When the smoke clears, still real (Still real)
Uh, when the smoke clear I'm still here (Still here)
Money
Shawty fell in love, I feel (Uh)
Shawty fell in love for the thrill (For the thrill, uh)
Tryna find my way out here (Ah)
Tryna find a different way to feel (Feel)
In my dreams, I see bitches and dollar bills (Yeah)
I wake up, I see bitches and dollar bills (Uh, yeah)
I've been livin' rich, she wanna f*ck me, she wanna feel me (She wanna feel)
Found out that I'm weird, she wanna f*ck me, she wanna kill me (She wanna kill me)
Three ball on the head, I need her to heal me (Need)
Think I might let her win, that's what it is (Rah, uh-uh, rah)
My redbone, sunkissed
My left and right wrist frost bit
Shawty had me all the way up in this bitch
Oh my God, she tryna suck me all day, she a tick
Steph Curry with the bitch, she shot the shot, didn't miss
Laters, she popped the G6 (Rah)
And she gave me a kiss
I love her vibe, I make her my bitch (Rah)
It's not for everybody, huh, don't give a shit (Rah)
Shawty fell in love, I feel (Ooh-ooh)
Shawty fell in love for the thrill (Uh, uh)
Tryna find my way out here (Baby, uh, uh)
Tryna find a different way to feel
In my dreams, I see bitches and dollar bills (Yeah)
I wake up, I see bitches and dollar bills (Uh)
Late night, thinkin' 'bout you, I ain't tryna talk about it (Ain't tryna talk about it)
I been livin' different, this shit gettin' awesome (Gettin' awesome)
Think I done got superpowers from takin' molly (Takin' molly)
Bitch, I don't need help, huh, just watch me (Uh, just watch me)
I'm 'bout to roll one with the vibe, then pick her brain (Pick her brain)
I've been gettin' extra high, but I feel safe (I feel safe)
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
I don't give a f*ck (Uh, woo-hoo)
I don't give a f*ck (Uh)
In my dreams, I see bitches and dollar bills (Uh)
I wake up, I see bitches and dollar bills
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Brian Campi, Cade Blodgett, Dylan Jansen, Jalan Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Amerika
Blak Amerika
Blak Amerika, Blak Amerika, Blak Amerika, huh
Blak Amerika, Money
Blak Amerika (What?), Blak Amerika
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
I got a cup filled up with mud (With mud)
I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud (No)
Ain't have shit, I had to get it out the dirt (Dirt)
I hit the bank and then I make the money twerk (Twerk)
I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt (Shirt)
Mink coat, got a bitch on purple
Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out the skirt (Skirt)
She tryna eat me, 'bout to make a nigga swerve it
Ice cream, no dessert
I know how it might seem at first
Shawty, this might sting, might hurt
But I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a Perc'
Yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first
This ho extra fine, know I need me her
Steppin' outside, gotta keep my fye
Havin' paper on isle, by day, by night
Shawty, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine
Three hoes in line and they all dimes
Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't block my shine
I got bands, bands on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind
We got black, black on our minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
I'm with my slime, you ain't by my side, you ain't my kind
Ah, Blak Amerika (Ah)
Blak Amerika (Ah), Blak Amerika, Money (Ah)
Blak Amerika, Money
Blak Amerika (What?), Blak Amerika (Baby money)
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic (Baby money)
Blak Amerika, huh
Blak Amerika, Money
Blak Amerika (What?), Blak Amerika (Baby Money)
Blak Amerika, Blak Amerika, Blak Amerika, huh
Blak Amerika, Money
Blak Amerika (What?), Blak Amerika
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
I got a cup filled up with mud (With mud)
I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud (No)
Ain't have shit, I had to get it out the dirt (Dirt)
I hit the bank and then I make the money twerk (Twerk)
I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt (Shirt)
Mink coat, got a bitch on purple
Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out the skirt (Skirt)
She tryna eat me, 'bout to make a nigga swerve it
Ice cream, no dessert
I know how it might seem at first
Shawty, this might sting, might hurt
But I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a Perc'
Yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first
This ho extra fine, know I need me her
Steppin' outside, gotta keep my fye
Havin' paper on isle, by day, by night
Shawty, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine
Three hoes in line and they all dimes
Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't block my shine
I got bands, bands on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind
We got black, black on our minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
I'm with my slime, you ain't by my side, you ain't my kind
Ah, Blak Amerika (Ah)
Blak Amerika (Ah), Blak Amerika, Money (Ah)
Blak Amerika, Money
Blak Amerika (What?), Blak Amerika (Baby money)
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic (Baby money)
Blak Amerika, huh
Blak Amerika, Money
Blak Amerika (What?), Blak Amerika (Baby Money)
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Evan Marshall Moitoso, Jalan Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thrill
[Ken Carson]
Niggas be talking that— huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh
I just been talking that— huh, I just been talkin' that money, yeah, yeah
Can't communicate if it ain't 'bout them funds, huh, huh
My location off, like I'm on the run, huh, huh
Rock Balenci', woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh
I'm all in her jaw, just like bubble gum, yeah, woah
Thought she was your broad 'til I told her, "I want some"
Can't pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
730, 187, yeah, redrum
Switchiana, it's a box on the back of my gun
Walked in this bitch with Baby Money, he walked in with his lady money
This Wednesday I'm on the same high as Saturday and Sunday
You might never feel this high 'cause you ain't rich like this
She might never get a ring, she f*cked thе whole clique
[Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson]
I think I want her, hold up, nah, that's just thе drugs
Hit that lickiana, walked in with my mask and my gun
I been takin' uppers, but I keep a cup and a blunt
I ain't gotta stunt her, yes, I know this ho gonna f*ck me (Yeah)
Got my twin to the left and he clutching, huh
Your bitch all on G6, pussy bussing
Like my Goyard, my bitch booty stuffin'
Think I'm extra sick, need Wockhardt over 'Tussin (Yeah)
Call the plug, we cashing out, don't need no frontin'
All the promoters cashin' out, they payin' money
I still would kill, remember the couches, ain't have nothin' (No bap)
Don't do new friends, it's plenty of bitches and lots of hundreds (No bap)
[Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely]
Huh, shiesty on, no Pooh
I'm a animal, I belong in the zoo
Some of my partners bang red, don't know too many blue
Blues in my pocket of my Religion True's, I mean True Religion
She a video vixen, she got OnlyFans
I'm a money maker, I get only bands (On God)
Hit it with the fentanyl and serve it to your mans (No bap)
My London bitch f*ck with the whippet, yeah, she off the can
My L.A. bitch f*ck with the Molly, she off Santan (Woo, woo)
My Florida bitch off opiates, yeah, she on brand (Woo)
My model bitch smoke cigarettes, she say it help her stance (Uh-huh)
I do magic, throw this money, huh, I bet I make her dance (Uh-huh)
Walk in that bitch with my steel (Uh-huh)
On ten, I'm ready to drill (Uh-huh)
Don Julio, she want some scotch
Codeine, I lean for real
Since 2016, been crackin' them seals
Since 2015, been poppin' them pills
I gave her a bean, she split it with the whole team and all the hoes got killed (Got killed)
Dunk on your bitch, I ball (I ball), I got skills
Too much water, ah (Ah), I grew gills
You get high for fun, I get high to switch my feel'
I'ma just be 5, give a f*ck 'bout bein' real
[Destroy Lonely]
I keep nodding off (Off), I cracked the seal (Yeah)
In her pussy, 'bout to drown (Drown), Navy SEALs (Yeah)
Shawty goin' North (North), she popped a pill
Treat a thot like some shorts (Shorts), cut her off, for real (For real)
We got foreign trucks climbin' up the hill (No bap)
F*ck a boring bitch and give her a lil' thrill (No bap)
I'm only twenty-two but made a couple mil'
I tell her be 5, I'm with the Fives, nah, for real
Hit the E-way, let the bird get loose
Maybach four seat, but we stuff bitches by the twos
I'm off that boot, rockin' Balenciaga boots (No bap)
Call up the troops, make your partner go poof (No bap)
Double O-Five, Double O-Five, we the truth
Ways to die, tell them this shit ain't YouTube (No bap)
In the field, don't need to think, just make a move
Washin' money in the sink 'til it turn blue (No bap)
[Ken Carson]
Niggas be talking that— huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh
I just been talking that— huh, I just been talkin' that money, yeah, yeah
Can't communicate if it ain't 'bout them funds, huh, huh
My location off, like I'm on the run, huh, huh
Rock Balenci', woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh
I'm all in her jaw, just like bubble gum, yeah, woah
Thought she was your broad 'til I told her, "I want some"
Can't pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
730, 187, yeah, redrum
Switchiana, it's a box on the back of my gun
Niggas be talking that— huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh
I just been talking that— huh, I just been talkin' that money, yeah, yeah
Can't communicate if it ain't 'bout them funds, huh, huh
My location off, like I'm on the run, huh, huh
Rock Balenci', woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh
I'm all in her jaw, just like bubble gum, yeah, woah
Thought she was your broad 'til I told her, "I want some"
Can't pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
730, 187, yeah, redrum
Switchiana, it's a box on the back of my gun
Walked in this bitch with Baby Money, he walked in with his lady money
This Wednesday I'm on the same high as Saturday and Sunday
You might never feel this high 'cause you ain't rich like this
She might never get a ring, she f*cked thе whole clique
[Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson]
I think I want her, hold up, nah, that's just thе drugs
Hit that lickiana, walked in with my mask and my gun
I been takin' uppers, but I keep a cup and a blunt
I ain't gotta stunt her, yes, I know this ho gonna f*ck me (Yeah)
Got my twin to the left and he clutching, huh
Your bitch all on G6, pussy bussing
Like my Goyard, my bitch booty stuffin'
Think I'm extra sick, need Wockhardt over 'Tussin (Yeah)
Call the plug, we cashing out, don't need no frontin'
All the promoters cashin' out, they payin' money
I still would kill, remember the couches, ain't have nothin' (No bap)
Don't do new friends, it's plenty of bitches and lots of hundreds (No bap)
[Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely]
Huh, shiesty on, no Pooh
I'm a animal, I belong in the zoo
Some of my partners bang red, don't know too many blue
Blues in my pocket of my Religion True's, I mean True Religion
She a video vixen, she got OnlyFans
I'm a money maker, I get only bands (On God)
Hit it with the fentanyl and serve it to your mans (No bap)
My London bitch f*ck with the whippet, yeah, she off the can
My L.A. bitch f*ck with the Molly, she off Santan (Woo, woo)
My Florida bitch off opiates, yeah, she on brand (Woo)
My model bitch smoke cigarettes, she say it help her stance (Uh-huh)
I do magic, throw this money, huh, I bet I make her dance (Uh-huh)
Walk in that bitch with my steel (Uh-huh)
On ten, I'm ready to drill (Uh-huh)
Don Julio, she want some scotch
Codeine, I lean for real
Since 2016, been crackin' them seals
Since 2015, been poppin' them pills
I gave her a bean, she split it with the whole team and all the hoes got killed (Got killed)
Dunk on your bitch, I ball (I ball), I got skills
Too much water, ah (Ah), I grew gills
You get high for fun, I get high to switch my feel'
I'ma just be 5, give a f*ck 'bout bein' real
[Destroy Lonely]
I keep nodding off (Off), I cracked the seal (Yeah)
In her pussy, 'bout to drown (Drown), Navy SEALs (Yeah)
Shawty goin' North (North), she popped a pill
Treat a thot like some shorts (Shorts), cut her off, for real (For real)
We got foreign trucks climbin' up the hill (No bap)
F*ck a boring bitch and give her a lil' thrill (No bap)
I'm only twenty-two but made a couple mil'
I tell her be 5, I'm with the Fives, nah, for real
Hit the E-way, let the bird get loose
Maybach four seat, but we stuff bitches by the twos
I'm off that boot, rockin' Balenciaga boots (No bap)
Call up the troops, make your partner go poof (No bap)
Double O-Five, Double O-Five, we the truth
Ways to die, tell them this shit ain't YouTube (No bap)
In the field, don't need to think, just make a move
Washin' money in the sink 'til it turn blue (No bap)
[Ken Carson]
Niggas be talking that— huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh
I just been talking that— huh, I just been talkin' that money, yeah, yeah
Can't communicate if it ain't 'bout them funds, huh, huh
My location off, like I'm on the run, huh, huh
Rock Balenci', woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh
I'm all in her jaw, just like bubble gum, yeah, woah
Thought she was your broad 'til I told her, "I want some"
Can't pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
730, 187, yeah, redrum
Switchiana, it's a box on the back of my gun
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Dylan Jansen, Jalan Lowe, Johnny Peng, Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
About Money
Hi, I'm money
Haha
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (Black America)
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (Woo)
If you a rich nigga, hold up your f*ckin' chain (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your f*ckin' ass (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your f*ckin' bag (Woo-woo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (Woo-woo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (Yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (Yeah)
Everything elite, you can't f*ck with this when we around (Blatt)
We get fly and fleek, B.A. comin' through to shoot you down (Blatt)
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it, dog (Damn)
You can go and f*ck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (Yeah)
I've been flexin' for twenty-two years and I ain't stoppin' now (No way)
I've been geekin' for sixty days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (Watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (Twist)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (Twist)
Two [?], they want icon when I hit the f*ckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got pay (Pay)
Turn a mansion to a f*ckin' rave (Baby Money, Baby Money)
I turned up and went out to L.A. (Woo, woo-woo)
Baby, you could stay my bed, then play house (Ha, yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say? (Turn me up)
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Ass)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (What?)
Woo
Haha
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (Black America)
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Your bitches in)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Yeah)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (Woo)
If you a rich nigga, hold up your f*ckin' chain (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, clap your f*ckin' ass (Woo-woo)
If you a bad bitch, pop your f*ckin' bag (Woo-woo)
If you a rich nigga, show these niggas, make 'em mad (Woo-woo)
I've been geekin' extra hard, I know my mama mad (Yeah)
I've been takin' care of my family, now I know my granny proud (Yeah)
Everything elite, you can't f*ck with this when we around (Blatt)
We get fly and fleek, B.A. comin' through to shoot you down (Blatt)
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo', Maybach, Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
American muscle, I've got the Trackhawk goin' Lambo' (Skrrt, skrrt)
We ain't worried, we ain't worried 'bout it, dog (Damn)
You can go and f*ck that nigga, ain't worried 'bout it, shawty (Yeah)
I've been flexin' for twenty-two years and I ain't stoppin' now (No way)
I've been geekin' for sixty days, I'm 'bout to pop one off
I know you think it's crazy, last time you seen me, I hate that shit
Damn, I need a doctor, all these ice on me like I broke my wrist (Watch)
I twist up, I twist up, I twist up straight to your bitch (Twist)
Diamonds dancin', huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (Twist)
Two [?], they want icon when I hit the f*ckin' stage
Two hundred racks knockin' off that bitch, young nigga, I got pay (Pay)
Turn a mansion to a f*ckin' rave (Baby Money, Baby Money)
I turned up and went out to L.A. (Woo, woo-woo)
Baby, you could stay my bed, then play house (Ha, yeah)
What you wanna do? What you wanna say? (Turn me up)
What's up, baby? I'm touchin' down in your city (Yeah)
Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me
Pilin' up the sand, tell the bitch we gettin' busy
F*ckin' with me, everything unlimited (Yeah)
You can smoke, you can drink, and you can bring your bitches in (Yeah)
My main bitch is fun, she just wanna f*ckin' dance (Ass)
I'm all about the money, need another hundred bands (What?)
Woo
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Corey Kerr, Jalan Lowe, Nick Spiders
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Worries
Don't even worry about it, don't worry 'bout it (Money)
Baby Money, Love (Yah)
Don't even worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it (Baby Money)
Yeah, rah, forever, Taurus
Living life no worries, no fear (Yeah)
Ridin' with like thirty, ain't no nigga gon' kill me (Bleh)
This Cadillac ain't no 'Burban, swervin' up the hills (Skrrt, skrrt)
My baby said she 'bout to show me how to feel (Yeah, uh)
I think she deserve it, she get diamonds, yeah (Money)
I bought a new AP, I'm sorry, I'm 'bout to kill 'em (Money)
Money Baby, model swag, Look Killa (Yeah)
Black nails, my bitch bad, baby villain
Black duffel bag, filled with a couple million (Cash)
Take this shit to Miami, Wavy understand mе (Yeah)
Got vibes on a beach, my drawls just gеttin' extra sandy (Yeah)
Cookin' up dope in the yola, I'm 'bout to hand it, hand it (Baby Money)
I'm 'bout to roll out the tire, bitch, I can't be managed (Yeah)
Got over twenty vibes, I gotta private jet it (Huh, sheesh)
Geeked up, I just popped the 6, I'm ready (Ready, yah)
Sleep here, we ain't gotta leave on [?] (Yeah)
I'm healthy, I got way more green than lettuce (What?)
She wanna help me, she wanna come with me, I let her (Huh)
Better hold my stick, she said she never seen Atlanta (Don't worry 'bout it)
Put her on gang shit, I just made her my gang'nem bitch
Better rock my chains, yeah, put it down and lay in that, bitch
Yeah, you ain't gotta worry 'bout it, she know she's stayin' here (Don't worry 'bout it)
Tell her don't worry 'bout it, I just made it rain in here (Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it, yeah)
Got the whole gang in here (Yeah)
Living life no worries, no fear (No fear)
Ridin' with like thirty, ain't no nigga gon' kill me (Bleh)
This Cadillac ain't no 'Burban, swervin' up the hills (Skrrt, skrrt)
My baby said she 'bout to show me how to feel (Yeah)
I think she deserve it, she get diamonds, yeah (Money)
I bought a new AP, I'm sorry, I'm 'bout to kill 'em (Money)
Money Baby, model swag, Look Killa (Yeah)
Black nails, my bitch bad, baby villain
Living life no worries, no fear (Yeah)
Ridin' with like thirty, ain't no nigga gon' kill me (Bleh)
This Cadillac ain't no 'Burban, swervin' up the hills (Skrrt, skrrt)
My baby said she 'bout to show me how to feel (Yeah, uh)
I think she deserve it, she get diamonds, yeah (Money)
I bought a new AP, I'm sorry, I'm 'bout to kill 'em (Money)
Money Baby, model swag, Look Killa
Black nails, my bitch bad, baby villain
Taurus
Baby Money, Love (Yah)
Don't even worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it (Baby Money)
Yeah, rah, forever, Taurus
Living life no worries, no fear (Yeah)
Ridin' with like thirty, ain't no nigga gon' kill me (Bleh)
This Cadillac ain't no 'Burban, swervin' up the hills (Skrrt, skrrt)
My baby said she 'bout to show me how to feel (Yeah, uh)
I think she deserve it, she get diamonds, yeah (Money)
I bought a new AP, I'm sorry, I'm 'bout to kill 'em (Money)
Money Baby, model swag, Look Killa (Yeah)
Black nails, my bitch bad, baby villain
Black duffel bag, filled with a couple million (Cash)
Take this shit to Miami, Wavy understand mе (Yeah)
Got vibes on a beach, my drawls just gеttin' extra sandy (Yeah)
Cookin' up dope in the yola, I'm 'bout to hand it, hand it (Baby Money)
I'm 'bout to roll out the tire, bitch, I can't be managed (Yeah)
Got over twenty vibes, I gotta private jet it (Huh, sheesh)
Geeked up, I just popped the 6, I'm ready (Ready, yah)
Sleep here, we ain't gotta leave on [?] (Yeah)
I'm healthy, I got way more green than lettuce (What?)
She wanna help me, she wanna come with me, I let her (Huh)
Better hold my stick, she said she never seen Atlanta (Don't worry 'bout it)
Put her on gang shit, I just made her my gang'nem bitch
Better rock my chains, yeah, put it down and lay in that, bitch
Yeah, you ain't gotta worry 'bout it, she know she's stayin' here (Don't worry 'bout it)
Tell her don't worry 'bout it, I just made it rain in here (Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it, yeah)
Got the whole gang in here (Yeah)
Living life no worries, no fear (No fear)
Ridin' with like thirty, ain't no nigga gon' kill me (Bleh)
This Cadillac ain't no 'Burban, swervin' up the hills (Skrrt, skrrt)
My baby said she 'bout to show me how to feel (Yeah)
I think she deserve it, she get diamonds, yeah (Money)
I bought a new AP, I'm sorry, I'm 'bout to kill 'em (Money)
Money Baby, model swag, Look Killa (Yeah)
Black nails, my bitch bad, baby villain
Living life no worries, no fear (Yeah)
Ridin' with like thirty, ain't no nigga gon' kill me (Bleh)
This Cadillac ain't no 'Burban, swervin' up the hills (Skrrt, skrrt)
My baby said she 'bout to show me how to feel (Yeah, uh)
I think she deserve it, she get diamonds, yeah (Money)
I bought a new AP, I'm sorry, I'm 'bout to kill 'em (Money)
Money Baby, model swag, Look Killa
Black nails, my bitch bad, baby villain
Taurus
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Jalan Lowe, Jarvis Adams Jr., Taurus Bucy Currie Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pass Me the Keys
Love hurts
She (She) said she ready to go right now, let's leave (Leave)
Twenty bands up in the air, 'bout to follow a freak (Freaks)
Don't OD, baby, take your time, just breathe (Breathe)
Racks inside of my jeans (Jeans), bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
This a Maybach truck, not a Jeep (Jeep)
I got tats on my arm, my sleeve (Sleeve)
I'm ready to go to sleep (Sleep)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
I'm way too high, I can't drivе (Drive), drive (Drive), drivе (Drive)
And she late, she 'bout to slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide)
Pop it all day, day, pop it all day, day (Yeah)
Racks in my safe, safe, racks in my safe, safe (Yeah)
She's ready to leave, let's go
I've got reasons, I can't leave you alone (Yeah, yeah)
You're outside, not tryna answer your phone (Yeah, phone)
It's alright, I've got money to blow (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't Nike, got checks
Double O gang, throwin' up the set (Set)
Killin' every lame 'til there ain't nothin' left (Left, oh)
Baby Money rich, oh, yes (Oh, yes)
Not good outside
I know, I had it on mind (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, that's fine (F*ck)
Yeah, yeah, that's fine
Just pass me the keys
'Cause Jolie sittin' front seat
Might OD, help me, I got codeine on my tee (Talk)
I got white diamonds on me
You said you sorry, oh please
'Bout to push this 'Rari and catch a breeze
The Cadillac start with no keys (Yeah, keys, yeah)
She (She) said she ready to go right now, let's leave (Leave)
Twenty bands up in the air, 'bout to follow a freak (Freaks)
Don't OD, baby, take your time, just breathe (Breathe, yeah)
Racks inside of my jeans (Jeans), bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
This a Maybach truck (Yeah, yeah), not a Jeep (Jeep)
I got tats on my arm (Yeah, yeah), my sleeve (Sleeve)
I'm ready to go back sleep (Sleep)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys, yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys, yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Yeah)
I'm ready to go to sleep
Bro, pass me the keys (Yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys (Yeah)
I'm ready to go to sleep (Yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Oh-ah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Oh-ah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Oh-woah)
She (She) said she ready to go right now, let's leave (Leave)
Twenty bands up in the air, 'bout to follow a freak (Freaks)
Don't OD, baby, take your time, just breathe (Breathe)
Racks inside of my jeans (Jeans), bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
This a Maybach truck, not a Jeep (Jeep)
I got tats on my arm, my sleeve (Sleeve)
I'm ready to go to sleep (Sleep)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
I'm way too high, I can't drivе (Drive), drive (Drive), drivе (Drive)
And she late, she 'bout to slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide)
Pop it all day, day, pop it all day, day (Yeah)
Racks in my safe, safe, racks in my safe, safe (Yeah)
She's ready to leave, let's go
I've got reasons, I can't leave you alone (Yeah, yeah)
You're outside, not tryna answer your phone (Yeah, phone)
It's alright, I've got money to blow (Yeah, yeah)
We ain't Nike, got checks
Double O gang, throwin' up the set (Set)
Killin' every lame 'til there ain't nothin' left (Left, oh)
Baby Money rich, oh, yes (Oh, yes)
Not good outside
I know, I had it on mind (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, that's fine (F*ck)
Yeah, yeah, that's fine
Just pass me the keys
'Cause Jolie sittin' front seat
Might OD, help me, I got codeine on my tee (Talk)
I got white diamonds on me
You said you sorry, oh please
'Bout to push this 'Rari and catch a breeze
The Cadillac start with no keys (Yeah, keys, yeah)
She (She) said she ready to go right now, let's leave (Leave)
Twenty bands up in the air, 'bout to follow a freak (Freaks)
Don't OD, baby, take your time, just breathe (Breathe, yeah)
Racks inside of my jeans (Jeans), bro, pass me the keys (Keys)
This a Maybach truck (Yeah, yeah), not a Jeep (Jeep)
I got tats on my arm (Yeah, yeah), my sleeve (Sleeve)
I'm ready to go back sleep (Sleep)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys, yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Keys, yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Yeah)
I'm ready to go to sleep
Bro, pass me the keys (Yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys (Yeah)
I'm ready to go to sleep (Yeah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Oh-ah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Oh-ah)
Bro, pass me the keys (Oh-woah)
Writer: Arman Andican, Bobby Sandimanie, Carlton McDowell, Jalan Lowe, Reece Weinberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Love Lasts Forever is the second studio album by American rapper and singer Destroy Lonely. It was released through Opium and Interscope Records on August 30, 2024.
The album serves as a follow-up to his debut studio album, If Looks Could Kill (2023). The album was supported by the single "Luv 4 Ya", released on June 14, 2024.
The album was initially going to be titled Love Last Forever, but was changed when the artwork and producer credits were officially unveiled.The pretitle "Black America Presents" was also briefly considered.
Sample credits include:
"Forever" contains a sample of "Love Lasts Forever," written by Shaznay Lewis, Melanie Blatt and Karl Gordon, and performed by All Saints.
"Love Hurts" contains a sample of "Mud", written and performed by Destroy Lonely.
"Cadillac" contains a sample of "Prince of Egypt", written by Ademofe Abiodun and Amon Hill, and performed by Mofe.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Destroy LonelyThe album serves as a follow-up to his debut studio album, If Looks Could Kill (2023). The album was supported by the single "Luv 4 Ya", released on June 14, 2024.
The album was initially going to be titled Love Last Forever, but was changed when the artwork and producer credits were officially unveiled.The pretitle "Black America Presents" was also briefly considered.
Sample credits include:
"Forever" contains a sample of "Love Lasts Forever," written by Shaznay Lewis, Melanie Blatt and Karl Gordon, and performed by All Saints.
"Love Hurts" contains a sample of "Mud", written and performed by Destroy Lonely.
"Cadillac" contains a sample of "Prince of Egypt", written by Ademofe Abiodun and Amon Hill, and performed by Mofe.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Hip Hop
Producer(s): AM, Cade, Carlton, Clayco, Cloud, Crystals, Cxdy, Cxsper, D. Rich, Dylxn, Evertime, FnZ, Henney Major, JahDaGod, Jonah, KP, Lil 88, MaxFlames, Evan Moitoso, Moon, Outtatown, Ratchett, Rewined, Ron, Saintracks, Semsi, Skai, Nick Spiders, T99, Taurus, Texaco Cam, Theo, Toom, Chris Townsend, Velveteen, Wasa, Wheezy, Wooshy, Xz, Yugen
Length: 56:17
Released: August 30th, 2024
Year: 2024