Destroy Lonely - Supposed To Do lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Supposed To Do lyrics]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Lonely
Lone
Jewelry all on the mic n' shit
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money
And don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh
I'm running outta room
This bitch in my mind, oh
She sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh
Just like the moon
(Yeah)
I like you and you
(Oh) , I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one
No neither one of you
(Damn)
And ion got no timе for myself no more
Thats what money do
I gotta go gеt rich to
Help my folks, lil nigga
That's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope
And cards, not hoes, lil nigga
What's wrong with you?
I stay with my bro, because he
Keep a pole, he tote
And he might blow at you
I wouldn't be surprised if
That fuck nigga told
'cause that's what rats supposed to do
I smoke thrax
'cause that's what I'm supposed to do
Get a bag 'cause nigga, I'm 'posed to do
Stupid bitch, Yeah
Ain't no way I'm posting you
Lil bitch I ball all day
Just like Patrick Ewing
And I rocked your stars like Patrick, dude
I gotta watch my back and watch my moves
I know these niggas lame
They watchin' what I'm doing
And I know they hate 'cause
They not paid in losing
Ace Boogie, bitch, I'm paid in full
In the trap bitch, I'm making money moves
On a iPhone, I make some money move
And in real life I make your bitch move
Yeah, these niggas making bitch moves
I make real plays, not on YouTube, man
I touch real bands just like YouTube, man
He keep crying, tell him shop at Boohoo, man
I get money doing what I'm 'posed to do
And you a broke nigga, you can't fool me
Dude
(Nah)
(Yeah! Yeah)
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money
And don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds
I'm running outta room
This bitch in my mind, oh
She sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh
Just like the moon
I like you and you, I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one
No neither one of you
And ion got no time for myself no more
Thats what money do
I gotta go get rich to
Help my folks, lil nigga
That's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope
And cards, not hoes, lil nigga
What's wrong with you?
Yeah!
Lonely
Lone
Jewelry all on the mic n' shit
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money
And don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh
I'm running outta room
This bitch in my mind, oh
She sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh
Just like the moon
(Yeah)
I like you and you
(Oh) , I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one
No neither one of you
(Damn)
And ion got no timе for myself no more
Thats what money do
I gotta go gеt rich to
Help my folks, lil nigga
That's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope
And cards, not hoes, lil nigga
What's wrong with you?
I stay with my bro, because he
Keep a pole, he tote
And he might blow at you
I wouldn't be surprised if
That fuck nigga told
'cause that's what rats supposed to do
I smoke thrax
'cause that's what I'm supposed to do
Get a bag 'cause nigga, I'm 'posed to do
Stupid bitch, Yeah
Ain't no way I'm posting you
Lil bitch I ball all day
Just like Patrick Ewing
And I rocked your stars like Patrick, dude
I gotta watch my back and watch my moves
I know these niggas lame
They watchin' what I'm doing
And I know they hate 'cause
They not paid in losing
Ace Boogie, bitch, I'm paid in full
In the trap bitch, I'm making money moves
On a iPhone, I make some money move
And in real life I make your bitch move
Yeah, these niggas making bitch moves
I make real plays, not on YouTube, man
I touch real bands just like YouTube, man
He keep crying, tell him shop at Boohoo, man
I get money doing what I'm 'posed to do
And you a broke nigga, you can't fool me
Dude
(Nah)
(Yeah! Yeah)
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money
And don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds
I'm running outta room
This bitch in my mind, oh
She sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh
Just like the moon
I like you and you, I like you, and you too
But ion got no time for either one
No neither one of you
And ion got no time for myself no more
Thats what money do
I gotta go get rich to
Help my folks, lil nigga
That's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for closing dope
And cards, not hoes, lil nigga
What's wrong with you?
Yeah!