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money & sex Song Lyrics
money & sex by Destroy Lonely Yeah, GLOCK 19, MAC-11, FN Five-seveN
AR-15 send them f**k niggas to Heaven
I get geeked up, b**ch, I don't do percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I f**ked her off that G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible, 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
f**k it, shoot his head

I mixed the Wock' with the red
If the stick don't fit in the bag, gotta tote that GLOCK instead
I gotta tote that glizzy, whoa, I gotta take my fye wherever I go
Shoot this b**ch out turn it to a vigil, thirty clip on me, yeah, it's digital
I'ma shoot that lil' b**ch till it's empty
I got hella hoes like I'm pimpin'
These lil' niggas still roll out the zip
I smoke out the bag, I popped a pint, it's 4K just for me to sip
I went all Balenci' for my flight, it's 10K just for to drip
I'm with yo' b**ch, she goin' convertible, she droppin' the top, then I dip
I pull out her mouth and then nut on her nipples

Yeah
Yeah

Yeah, ARPs, yeah, heavy metal flared jeans, and drip like a cowboy, and tote a .38 special
Yeah, this b**ch way too fine, I think she came from heaven
I get way, way too geeked up, b**ch, but I ain't never messy
I love money and sex, shawty, said she pullin' up, I tell her to bring her friends
I got 'em all booted up, up off the X
I f**ked 'em all, we was all geeked up off X, and I like to get this bread, yeah
The GLOCK hold thirty-one, got thirty in the clip and one in the head
Once my Hoes, they one and done, I f**k 'em good and disappear, huh
I'm gettin' stupid money, sped
I put the purple Wokhardt in a Goyard bag, it's red
I put the pint in there, yeah, on my dreads
I'm rockin all white diamonds and they VVS
I asked the hoe if she tryna f**k and she said, "Yes"
I took her straight to the Balenci' store, and bought her a brand new dress, huh
I ain't pullin' over, nah, if I see twelve
'Cause I gotta V12 and my engine is from Hell
We the sh*t, if you askin', what's the smell?
We been poppin' sh*t, I don't know if you could tell
And all these niggas snitch, I know they gon' tell

I can tell you gon' snitch, I can tell you a b**ch
I can tell that his b**ch wanna f**k by the way that she look at my wrist
I'm totin' that vamp, dawg, I'm totin' that sh*t
And it hold ten millimeters, I can make a nigga dance like Chris Brown
Don't bring yo' b**ch 'round me, 'cause if I holla at that b**ch, then you know that lil' b**ch gettin' dicked down
She didn't want me back then, but now I'm tatted up and I got money, I'm the sh*t now
Now everywhere I go, I pop out, and everybody wanna a pic now
Now everybody wanna f**k with the O, gotta offer yo' soul to get down
If I go broke, I'ma kick in yo' door, huh, I'm takin' your sh*t now

If I go broke, I'ma kick in yo' door, I'ma kick in yo' door, I'm keep gettin'
If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal and all of these niggas and midgets
I don't gotta type, she bool and she fine, for real, I love all types of b**ches
I don't gotta limit, I ain't reached the height, the peak, baby, I'm still gettin' richer
I'ma stack up a milli, a milli, a mill, way past a hundred, then cop a Richard
I'm all in yo' crib, f**kin' yo' wife, and X Man f**kin' yo' sister, huh
I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits
We ain't safe, you talkin' 'bout bullsh*t, then you know we with it, yeah

Yeah, GLOCK 19, MAC-11, FN Five-seveN
AR-15 send them f**k niggas to Heaven
I get geeked up, b**ch, I don't do percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I f**ked her off that G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible, 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
f**k it, shoot his head