Love hurts
She said she ready to go right now, let’s leave
Twenty bands up in the air ‘bout to fall on free
Don’t OD, baby, take your time, just breathe
Racks all in my jeans
Bro, pass me the keys
This a Maybach truck, not a Jeep
I got tats on my arm, my sleeve
I’m ready to go, let’s leave
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
I’m way too high, can’t drive
Drive
Drive
This lady, she like my style
Style
Style
Poppin’ all day, day
Poppin’ all day, day
Racks in my safe, safe
Racks in my safe, safe
She’s ready to leave, let’s go
I’ve got reasons, I can’t leave you alone
You’re outside not tryna answer your phone
It’s alright, I’ve got money to blow
We ain’t Nike, got checks
Double 0 the gang, no, not the set
Killin’ every line till it ain’t nothin’ left
Baby money rich, oh yes
I’ve been outside
I know right, put it on Mars
Yah, yah, that’s fine
Yah, yah, that’s fine
Pass me
These keys got jolie
Sittin’ front seat, might OD, help me
I got codeine on my tee
I got white diamonds on me
Expensive shawty, oh please
‘Bout to push this ‘Rari and catch a breeze
The Cadillac star with no keys
She said she ready to go right, now let’s leave
Twenty bands up in the air ‘bout to fall on free
Don’t OD, baby, take your time, just breathe
Racks all in my jeans
Bro, pass me the keys
This a Maybach, truck not a Jeep
I got tats on my, arm my sleeve
I’m ready to go, let’s leave
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
I’m ready to go, let’s leave
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
I’m ready to go, let’s leave
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
Bro, pass me the keys
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 …