Destroy Lonely - New Money / Prada U lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - New Money / Prada U lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I made some new money
But I thought of you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (We got comfortable)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Impossible)
I put this shit on, yeah, I'm proud of you
I'm in this bitch with Clayco
Ain't no stopping me, impossible
All these niggas copy drip and follow suit
Funny bitches talkin' shit, it's inaudible
Fuck a redhead bitch and
Call her Kim Possible
Nigga, hell yeah
This Margiela shit so comfortable
Heard the "Yeah, yeah
Yeah" now she getting comfortable
And we smoking palm trees, damn
This shit so tropical
Baby, come with me on
This mission like Poptropica
And yes, I'm Lonely, baby
Dodgin' these obstacles
I wonder why my heart so
Cold and meltin' like popsicles
All these people cappin' sayin'
They proud of you
I just put this shit on and tell myself
"I'm proud of you"
All these bitches flocking
Guess that's what Prada do
And when you're touchin' money
Gotta keep Glocks on you
I'm touching money like a wishing well, baby
And I made some new money
But I thought of you
Yeah, I saw some blue hundreds
And I thought of you
And I made some new money
Spent it all on you
I don't think I can keep running
Need some new shoes
See, I just need some new money
Not no bad news
When you walk in the house
All you smell is gas
Nigga
And we smoking strong
You know what we passing
I'm speaking right now, not the past tense
And I have it right now, not the past tense
I'm so high
I can't speak complete sentences
I'm having big bankrolls and I'll spend it
I'm never tripping 'cause I know
That I'll make it back
Have I been gone for too long?
Did I make it back?
(Oh yeah)
And we smoking pounds of the gas
If you play with this shit
Get them snakes on your ass
It get real in the field and
You don't get it back
I'm a young rich nigga still gettin' sad
Yeah, I bet I still get a bag
Gonna take this bitch and put some
Rick Owens on her ass
And I just got the key going not so fast
And my niggas Deebo-in' red rags
But some niggas go deep in 'bout the racks
And I'm in this bitch going full speed
Gotta keep control so I don't crash
I can't lose my soul for some fuckin' cash
Ain't no stopping me, impossible
All these niggas copy drip and follow suit
Funny bitches talkin' shit, it's inaudible
Fuck a redhead bitch and
Call her Kim Possible
Nigga, hell yeah
This Margiela shit so comfortable
Heard the "Yeah, yeah
Yeah" now she getting comfortable
And we smoking palm trees, damn
This shit so tropical
Baby, come with me on
This mission like Poptropica
And yes, I'm Lonely, baby
Dodgin' these obstacles
I wonder why my heart so
Cold and meltin' like popsicles
All these people cappin' sayin'
They proud of you
I just put this shit on and tell myself
"I'm proud of you"
All these bitches flocking
Guess that's what Prada do
And when you're touchin' money
Gotta keep Glocks on you
I'm touching money like a wishing well, baby
And I made some new money
But I thought of you
When I seen them blue hundreds, yeah
I thought of you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I made some new money
But I thought of you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (We got comfortable)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Impossible)
I put this shit on, yeah, I'm proud of you
I'm in this bitch with Clayco
Ain't no stopping me, impossible
All these niggas copy drip and follow suit
Funny bitches talkin' shit, it's inaudible
Fuck a redhead bitch and
Call her Kim Possible
Nigga, hell yeah
This Margiela shit so comfortable
Heard the "Yeah, yeah
Yeah" now she getting comfortable
And we smoking palm trees, damn
This shit so tropical
Baby, come with me on
This mission like Poptropica
And yes, I'm Lonely, baby
Dodgin' these obstacles
I wonder why my heart so
Cold and meltin' like popsicles
All these people cappin' sayin'
They proud of you
I just put this shit on and tell myself
"I'm proud of you"
All these bitches flocking
Guess that's what Prada do
And when you're touchin' money
Gotta keep Glocks on you
I'm touching money like a wishing well, baby
And I made some new money
But I thought of you
Yeah, I saw some blue hundreds
And I thought of you
And I made some new money
Spent it all on you
I don't think I can keep running
Need some new shoes
See, I just need some new money
Not no bad news
When you walk in the house
All you smell is gas
Nigga
And we smoking strong
You know what we passing
I'm speaking right now, not the past tense
And I have it right now, not the past tense
I'm so high
I can't speak complete sentences
I'm having big bankrolls and I'll spend it
I'm never tripping 'cause I know
That I'll make it back
Have I been gone for too long?
Did I make it back?
(Oh yeah)
And we smoking pounds of the gas
If you play with this shit
Get them snakes on your ass
It get real in the field and
You don't get it back
I'm a young rich nigga still gettin' sad
Yeah, I bet I still get a bag
Gonna take this bitch and put some
Rick Owens on her ass
And I just got the key going not so fast
And my niggas Deebo-in' red rags
But some niggas go deep in 'bout the racks
And I'm in this bitch going full speed
Gotta keep control so I don't crash
I can't lose my soul for some fuckin' cash
Ain't no stopping me, impossible
All these niggas copy drip and follow suit
Funny bitches talkin' shit, it's inaudible
Fuck a redhead bitch and
Call her Kim Possible
Nigga, hell yeah
This Margiela shit so comfortable
Heard the "Yeah, yeah
Yeah" now she getting comfortable
And we smoking palm trees, damn
This shit so tropical
Baby, come with me on
This mission like Poptropica
And yes, I'm Lonely, baby
Dodgin' these obstacles
I wonder why my heart so
Cold and meltin' like popsicles
All these people cappin' sayin'
They proud of you
I just put this shit on and tell myself
"I'm proud of you"
All these bitches flocking
Guess that's what Prada do
And when you're touchin' money
Gotta keep Glocks on you
I'm touching money like a wishing well, baby
And I made some new money
But I thought of you
When I seen them blue hundreds, yeah
I thought of you
Yeah, yeah, yeah