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 fucked around got to my brain
I think it did it, showed me half these nigga lame
I think it did it, showed me bitches fuck 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 fucked 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
Other lyrics by Destroy Lonely:
ABOUT MONEY
What’s up, baby? I’m touching down in your city Brought the whole gang and I got fine shit with me (Black America) Piling up the sand to the beach, we getting …
AMERIKA
Black America Black America Black America Black America Black America Money Black America What Black America Looking up everything blind Fine shit sitting in the Wagon …
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 …
BANGAZ
I’m popping like Chris Cole Pull up in a souped up Benzo Stand on the block with a Glock and ten toes Ha-ha, how do these niggas fall for these bimbos Ha-ha, …
BLING
Lil Money Yeah, yeah (Love) Yeah, Baby Money (Uh, uh, uh-uh) I’ve got the pussy on smash (Smash, smash) G-Wagon kit, it look ravish (Ravish, ravish) I fucked your …