​money & sex - Destroy Lonely ft. Ken Carson

Yeah

Glock 19, MAC-11

FN Five-seveN

AR-15 send a fuck-nigga to heaven

I get geeked up, bitch, I don't do Percocets

I love money and sex

Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"

I fucked her off the G6, so I ain't break no sweat

He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest

Fuck it, shoot his head

I mix the Wock' with the red

If the stick don't fit in the bag, gotta tote that Glock instead

I gotta tote that glizzy, woah

I gotta take my fire everywhere I go

Shoot that bitch out, I turn it to a visual

Thirty clip on me, yeah, it's digital

I'ma shoot that lil' bitch 'til it's empty

I got hella hoes like I'm pimpin'

These lil' niggas stay rolled like the zip

I smoke out the bag, I pour up the pint, it's four K just for me to sip

I went in all Balenci' for my flight, it's ten K just for me to drip

I'm with your bitch, she goin' convertible, she droppin' the top, then I dip

I pull out her mouth, then I nut on her nipples

Haha, yeah

I got, I got my boy, my boy, the Top Floor Boss in this motherfucker, ayy, Lone

Ayy, tell these niggas what the fuck goin' on

Yeah

Uh, ARPs, yeah, heavy metal

Flared jeans, I'm dripped like a cowboy, I'm totin' the .38 special

Yeah, this bitch way too fine, I think she came from heaven

I get way, way too geeked up, bitch, but I ain't never mess wit’ her, uh, uh

I love money and sex

Shawty said she pullin' up, I tell her to bring her friends

I got 'em all booted up, huh, off the X

I fucked 'em all, we was all geeked up off the X

Uh, I'm 'bout to get this bread

Yeah, Glock hold thirty-one, got thirty in the clip and one in the head

Most of my hoes, they want it, then I fuck 'em good and disappear, huh

I'm getting stupid money, SPED

I put the purple Wockhardt in the Goyard bag, it's red

I put the platinum, yeah, on my dreads

I'm rockin' all-white diamonds and they VVS

I asked the ho if she tryna fuck, 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 12

'Cause I got a V12, and my engine is from hell

We the shit if you askin', "What's the smell?"

We been poppin' shit, I don't know if you can tell

And all these niggas snitch, I know they gon' tell

I can tell you gon' snitch, I can tell you a bitch

I can tell that his bitch wanna fuck by the way that she look at my wrist

I'm totin' that VECTOR, I'm totin' that stick

And this ho ten millimeters, I can make a nigga dance like Chris Brown

Don't bring your bitch 'round me, 'cause if I like that bitch, then you know that lil' bitch gettin' dicked down

She ain't want me back then, but now I'm tatted up and got money, I'm the shit now

Now everywhere I go I pop out, and everybody want a pic now

Now everybody wanna fuck with the O, gotta offer your soul to get down

If I go broke, I'ma kick in your door, huh, I'm takin' your shit now

If I go broke, I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick it

If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal, and all of these niggas is midgets

I don't got a type, she bool and she fine for real, I love all types of bitches

I don't a got a limit, I ain't reach the height, the peak, baby, I'm still gettin' richer

I'ma stack up a milli', a milli', a milli', way past a hundred, then cop a Richard

I'm all on your crib, fuckin' your wife, the X-MAN fuckin' your sister

Huh, I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits

We ain't save you, talkin' 'bout bullshit, nigga, know we with it

Yeah, you know we with all the bullshit, no bap

Fuck goin' on? (Grab the 5, yeah)

The fuck—, the fuck goin' on (Grab the 5, grab the 5, grab the trip, the trip)

Yeah

Glock 19, MAC-11

FN Five-seveN

AR-15 send a fuck-nigga to heaven

I get geeked up, bitch, I don't do Percocets

I love money and sex

Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"

I fucked her off the G6, so I ain't break no sweat

He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest

Fuck it, shoot his head