ABOUT MONEY LYRICS – DESTROY LONELY

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[Intro]
Hi, I’m money
Haha

[Chorus]
What’s up, baby? I’m touching down in your city, yeah
Brought the whole gang and I got fine s*it with me (Black America)
Piling up the sand, tell the b!tch we getting busy
Fu*king with me, everything unlimited (Unlimited)
You can smoke, you can drink and you can bring your b!tches in (Your b!tches in)
My main b!tch is fun, she just wanna fu*king dance, yeah
I’m all about the money, need another hundred bands (Woo)
[Verse]
If you a rich n!gga, hold up your fu*king chain (Woo-woo)
If you a bad b!tch, clap your fu*king ass (Woo-woo)
If you a bad b!tch, pop your fu*king bag (Woo-woo)
If you a rich n!gga, show these n!ggas, make ’em mad (Woo-woo)
I’ve been geeking extra hard, I know my mama mad, yeah
I’ve been taking care of my family, now I know my granny proud, yeah
Everything elite, you can’t fu*k with this when we around (Blatt)
We get fly and fleek, B.A. coming through to shoot you down (Blatt)
Huh, exotic fleet, Lambo‘, Maybach, Lambo’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
American muscle, I’ve got the Trackhawk going Lambo’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
We ain’t worried, we ain’t worried ’bout it, dog (Damn)
You can go and fu*k that n!gga, ain’t worried ’bout it, shawty, yeah
I’ve been flexing for twenty-two years and I ain’t stopping now (No way)
I’ve been geeking 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 s*it
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 b!tch (Twist)
Diamonds dancing, huh, yeah, they twist at the hip (Twist)
Two (??), they want icon when I hit the fu*king stage
Two hundred racks knocking off that b!tch, young n!gga, I got pay (Pay)
Turn a mansion to a fu*king 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)

[Chorus]
What’s up, baby? I’m touching down in your city, yeah
Brought the whole gang and I got fine s*it with me
Piling up the sand, tell the b!tch we getting busy
Fu*king with me, everything unlimited, yeah
You can smoke, you can drink and you can bring your b!tches in, yeah
My main b!tch is fun, she just wanna fu*king dance (Ass)
I’m all about the money, need another hundred bands (What?)

[Outro]
Woo