Destroy Lonely - Murder lyrics

Can't get no money, better make some
(Lonely)
I miss all the money I spent
Yeah, yeah,  yeah
But I love all the money I made
I miss all the money I spent
Lonely
(Thanks, 4ME)
Murder

Yes, I miss all the money I spent
(All the money I spent)
But I love all the money I make
(All the money I make)
Yeah, these blue hundreds
Melancholy color red
I don't know what it was
Money called my name
I'm in love with the drugs
Lost in outer space
I don't know what it was
See I just caught it
Period
Yes, I'm fly like a dove
Surrounded by these angels
When you get high like this
You see different angles
I can't cap
I think I'm addicted to this Maison
And the way I'm living, man
This shit so amazing
Just run it up, nigga, go and get some paper
We breakin' down molly
Told this bitch to take some
Different color money somethin' like lasers
I won't go for nothing
Dare a nigga take something
Yes, I see the blood, nigga, red room
You can't get no money, better make some

And I got this far 'cause I keep it real
Know it get hard when you deep in the field
Dawg
I can't sip that shit
'cause it's not sealed
Dawg
Got the racks like a plug
I get money for real now
(Yeah, for real)
Hold up, dawg, let's keep it real now
Until I touch an M I'ma
Feel like I'm still down
No, I can't cap
It's some days where I still frown
And I be geeking, man
I just need to chill out
Drip designer, wipe me down
Lil' bitch
I get fly like a bug in the house
This bitch tripping, damn
This bitch buggin' out
When I'm getting money, let 'em work it out
Real big dawg, nigga, not a clown
Real big boss, nigga, you can't come around
Can't take a loss, nigga
You can't come around
If you can't pay the cost, nigga
Get the fuck from 'round me
(Yeah, okay)
And that's just what it is
How come I’m 18 with so many kids?
I spend money, make money, that's how I live
Damn, I'm moving so fast, man
I can't get a grip
And you know that I'm loving my Brims, yeah
And I also got love for my Crip niggas, yeah
Try this shit, you will get dipped, nigga
Yeah
Try and get burnt to a crisp, nigga, on God
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yes, I miss all the money I spent
(All the money I spent)
But I love all the money I make
(All the money I make)
Yeah, these blue hundreds
Melancholy color red
I don't know what it was
Money called my name
I'm in love with the drugs
Lost in outer space
I don't know what it was
See I just caught it
Period
Yes, I'm fly like a dove
Surrounded by these angels
When you get high like this
You see different angles
I can't cap
I think I'm addicted to this Maison
And the way I'm living, man
This shit so amazing
Just run it up, nigga, go and get some paper
We breakin' down molly
Told this bitch to take some
Different color money somethin' like lasers
I won't go for nothing
Dare a nigga take something
Yes, I see the blood, nigga, red room
You can't get no money, better make some

Murder
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I don't know what it was)
(Yes, I see the blood, nigga, red room)
(Can't get no money, better take some)
(I'm in love with the drugs)