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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sandamanie
Bobby Sandamanie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gren8
Gren8
Producer

Lyrics

Gren8 Yeah, yeah, yeah Stack up the mula I get that cash, need to keep moving, yeah A thousand miles, and, man, I done popped a thousand Xannies I can't even move I bet a thousand dollars on a dancer bitch She'll slime you out without a tool You fell in love with that thot, she stole your heart Lil' nigga, yeah, you is a fool See, we in the Best Buy, finna walk out That's a couple thousand, real smooth Make some money off a little swoop, yeah I told her that she can't get reapproved, yeah Big B, alphabet soup, yeah You see who I'm really rolling with, yeah Black cherry, it's all Activis, yeah Black watch on my fucking wrist (motherfucking wrist) (Yeah) Catch me giving back just to balance out She get what she want or she finna pout Chandelier like stars hanging in the house See me slide in that Elon, bitch Throw some racks on a peon bitch (bitch) You really think that I'm beyond living? She don't fuck, tell her begone, bitch Yes, I'm gonna be beyond rich Slime the world and say, "Fuck good karma" Fuck 12, I don't know nada Put the bitch in some old-school Prada See, yeah, I'm a real rockstar Rocking Fendi, you dig these, bitch? Off the porch at 15, I did I done went from a half to a zip Every day, the money is what it is I can't play, I'm focused on money, bitch He a clown, he be on some funny shit I'm gon' live forever like mummies did Looking good everywhere, not no bummy shit I'm in Cali, I'm smoking the finest gas I might buy my lil' bitch a designer ass I can't never forget I was down bad (down bad) Stack up the mula I get that cash, need to keep moving, yeah A thousand miles, and, man, I done popped a thousand Xannies I can't even move I bet a thousand dollars on a dancer bitch She'll slime you out without a tool You fell in love with that thot, she stole your heart Lil' nigga, yeah, you is a fool See, we in the Best Buy, finna walk out That's a couple thousand real smooth Make some money off a little swoop, yeah I told her that she can't get reapproved, yeah Big B, alphabet soup, yeah You see who I'm really rolling with, yeah Black cherry, it's all Activis, yeah Black watch on my fucking wrist (motherfucking wrist)
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