destroy lonely – let’s get money lyrics
[intro]
turnt up, no i don’t give a f+ck
yeah, yeah, yeah, turnt up, no i don’t give a f+ck
top floor boss
turnt up, no i don’t give a f+ck
b+tch, you know that i’m turnt up
b+tch, you know that i’m turnt up
[chorus]
b+tch, you know that i’m turnt up
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
came in that b+tch with my boys, we in that b+tch shootin’ it up
these n+ggas, they lamer than f+ck
my jeans, they tighter than f+ck
i keep them racks in them b+tches they stuck
i told these b+tches to run me my money
checks, i need em
checks, i’m finna go get em
yeah, s+x i need it
your b+tch she finna come get it
i’m in this b+tch and i’m geeked up
b+tch and you know that i’m chilling
i’m in this b+tch and i’m geeked up
[?]
[post+chorus]
bald head b+tch [?]
come in this b+tch and we k!llin
all black sh+t when i come through b+tch
and you know that this sh+t be the ricky
chopstick make a f+ck n+gga [?]
came in this b+tch and your b+tch wanna touch me
on the top floor b+tch and this sh+t really comfy
did this sh+t by myself no i didn’t have no company
[chorus]
b+tch, you know that i’m turnt up
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
came in that b+tch with my boys, we in that b+tch shootin’ it up
these n+ggas, they lamer than f+ck
my jeans, they tighter than f+ck
i keep them racks in them b+tches they stuck
i told these b+tches to run me my money
b+tch, you know that i’m turnt up
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
came in that b+tch with my boys, we in that b+tch shootin’ it up
these n+ggas, they lamer than f+ck
my jeans, they tighter than f+ck
i keep them racks in them b+tches they stuck
i told these b+tches to run me my money
checks, i need em
checks, i’m finna go get em
yeah, s+x i need it
your b+tch she finna come get it
i’m in this b+tch and i’m geeked up
b+tch and you know that i’m chilling
i’m in this b+tch and i’m geeked up
[?]
[post+chorus]
bald head b+tch [?]
come in this b+tch and we k!llin
all black sh+t when i come through b+tch
and you know that this sh+t be the ricky
chopstick make a f+ck n+gga [?]
came in this b+tch and your b+tch wanna touch me
on the top floor b+tch and this sh+t really comfy
did this sh+t by myself no i didn’t have no company
[chorus]
b+tch, you know that i’m turnt up
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
came in that b+tch with my boys, we in that b+tch shootin’ it up
these n+ggas, they lamer than f+ck
my jeans, they tighter than f+ck
i keep them racks in them b+tches they stuck
i told these b+tches to run me my money
[outro]
turnt up, no i don’t give a f+ck
yeah, yeah, yeah, turnt up, no i don’t give a f+ck
top floor boss
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