Destroy Lonely - WISH YOU WELL lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - WISH YOU WELL lyrics]
Hmm-hmm-hmm
You know what I’m sayin'? Baby Money boss
Lil' Money life this ain't a lifestyle
(Love hurts) , this shit is life (Woah)
88, Woah poppin', woah
Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies
Just bought her
Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh yeah
(Woo) had to flee out the city
She say that she miss me but I
Ain't even got time to lay up
I go New York City, added up
My digits, got millions on millions
Gettin' richer yeah, the bands came bigger
Go jailbreak kitted
I'm f**kin' up the streets goin' misisn'
I've been feelin' well, my ice on
Well, got bands on bands, oh yeah
She go Celinе, Chanel, you
Know that's my girl, she'd pop it well
Baby Monеy borrow you the
'tel, go Johnny Manziel, i’ll wish you well
(Yeah) and none of my niggas gon' tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell
Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees
The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee
My swag Japanese, just check my receipts
My whips ain't leased, they all for me
Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash
Bust a real young ho, she a real deal treesh
Tomato, tomato, I got it, capeesh?
BM, top dollar, don't gotta compete
Yeah, me and my dogs, we all gon' eat
Just hit your thot, asked her what she need
My shirt's cashmere and my chain gon' swing
Yeah, I'm ridin' with a 30 on me (Yeah)
Big 5, bangin' my league (Grrah)
All my hoes elite all my shows sold out
Baby Money trappin' where we at
Money Baby, Money Baby (Huh) 88, wait (Woah)
Shit ain't a lifestyle this just life
Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies
Just bought her
Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh yeah
(Woo) had to flee out the city
She say that she miss me but I
Ain't even got time to lay up
I go New York City, added up
My digits, got millions on millions
Gettin' richer yeah, the bands came bigger
Go jailbreak kitted
I'm f**kin' up the streets goin' misisn'
I've been feelin' well, my ice on
Well, got bands on bands, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanel, you
Know that's my girl, she'd pop it well
Baby Money borrow you the
'tel, go Johnny Manziel, i’ll wish you well
(Yeah) and none of my niggas gon' tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell
Baby Money, Baby Money yeah
You know what I’m sayin'? Baby Money boss
Lil' Money life this ain't a lifestyle
(Love hurts) , this shit is life (Woah)
88, Woah poppin', woah
Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies
Just bought her
Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh yeah
(Woo) had to flee out the city
She say that she miss me but I
Ain't even got time to lay up
I go New York City, added up
My digits, got millions on millions
Gettin' richer yeah, the bands came bigger
Go jailbreak kitted
I'm f**kin' up the streets goin' misisn'
I've been feelin' well, my ice on
Well, got bands on bands, oh yeah
She go Celinе, Chanel, you
Know that's my girl, she'd pop it well
Baby Monеy borrow you the
'tel, go Johnny Manziel, i’ll wish you well
(Yeah) and none of my niggas gon' tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell
Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees
The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee
My swag Japanese, just check my receipts
My whips ain't leased, they all for me
Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash
Bust a real young ho, she a real deal treesh
Tomato, tomato, I got it, capeesh?
BM, top dollar, don't gotta compete
Yeah, me and my dogs, we all gon' eat
Just hit your thot, asked her what she need
My shirt's cashmere and my chain gon' swing
Yeah, I'm ridin' with a 30 on me (Yeah)
Big 5, bangin' my league (Grrah)
All my hoes elite all my shows sold out
Baby Money trappin' where we at
Money Baby, Money Baby (Huh) 88, wait (Woah)
Shit ain't a lifestyle this just life
Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies
Just bought her
Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh yeah
(Woo) had to flee out the city
She say that she miss me but I
Ain't even got time to lay up
I go New York City, added up
My digits, got millions on millions
Gettin' richer yeah, the bands came bigger
Go jailbreak kitted
I'm f**kin' up the streets goin' misisn'
I've been feelin' well, my ice on
Well, got bands on bands, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanel, you
Know that's my girl, she'd pop it well
Baby Money borrow you the
'tel, go Johnny Manziel, i’ll wish you well
(Yeah) and none of my niggas gon' tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell
Baby Money, Baby Money yeah
