Destroy Lonely - In the Air lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - In the Air lyrics]
Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers
Yeah, rain on my umbrella
Them 808s like thunder
Yeah, pretty bitch
Hot just like a stove in the summer
Yeah, stupid lit
We smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds
Yeah, stupid bitch, you don't know me
You just know my number
Yeah, getting rich
I know I'm addicted to this money
(Money, money)
Model bitch, I'm finna take her under
(Under) , under there
I'm with shooters and they gunning
(Shooting) , not in the air
Step up in this bitch, I'm fly
(Fly) , I'm in the air, oh, yeah
Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, nigga
Yeah
She got good pussy, tryna
Change my life, nigga
Yeah
I turned eighteen, I took
Twenty flights, nigga
Yeah
Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, nigga
Yeah
Your bitch like me, like me
Throw it in the air
I know she want me, she like me
But I don't even care
I want white diamonds, ice
Cream, yeah, nigga
Yeah
I want black diamonds, black shit
Black everywhere
I got droptop bitches, droptop me anywhere
I got droptop bitches dropping
Tops and underwear
Yeah, I hit that bitch and
Then I'm gone, nigga
Out of there
I roll a blunt up of some
Super strong, I'm geeked up
Out of here
We in the stupid whip
It's supercharged and we just ducking 12
You know that we keep sticks in here
You know I keep some green like pears
Designer kicks, I keep a pair
Designer bitches, come in pairs
It's up, it's stuck, it's in the air
Designer smoke fuck up the air
Oh, yeah
This shit got me psyching out
I'm going brazy
Yeah, and this bitch want me
Just to text her everyday
I'm tryna get rich, bitch
I ain't got no time to play
And I'm still thanking god 'cause
I rock designer daily
And I'm still going hard, bitch
I'm always chasing paper
And I'm still going hard
Tell these niggas please don't play with me
(Yeah)
Please don't play with me
Please don't play with me
Please don't play with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, nigga
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got good pussy, tryna
Change my life, nigga
Yeah
I turned eighteen, I took
Twenty flights, nigga
Yeah
(Yeah, no cap, nigga, don't play with me)
Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, nigga
Yeah
(I'm in this bitch getting big high
Trippy nigga)
Your bitch like me, like me
Throw it in the air
(Big racks on me)
Your bitch like me, like me
I don't even care
(Big, big style on me
Know what I mean? All that)
Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers
Yeah, rain on my umbrella
Them 808s like thunder
Yeah, pretty bitch
Hot just like a stove in the summer
Yeah, stupid lit
We smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds
Yeah, stupid bitch, you don't know me
You just know my number
Yeah, getting rich
I know I'm addicted to this money
(Money, money)
Model bitch, I'm finna take her under
(Under) , under there
I'm with shooters and they gunning
(Shooting) , not in the air
Step up in this bitch, I'm fly
(Fly) , I'm in the air, oh, yeah
Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, nigga
Yeah
She got good pussy, tryna
Change my life, nigga
Yeah
I turned eighteen, I took
Twenty flights, nigga
Yeah
Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, nigga
Yeah
Your bitch like me, like me
Throw it in the air
I know she want me, she like me
But I don't even care