K Suave, Destroy Lonely - Manage lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[K Suave, Destroy Lonely - Manage lyrics]
I don't know how much money
I really made today
Fucking that bitch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it
But he just rapping
I step on the work I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you run out of money, it's hard to manage
I got your bitch in my spot dancing
This a rockstar life, nigga, Marilyn Manson
Yeah, they don't want smoke, cancer
I got too many vibes
Running 'round the mansion
I know these niggas fake
They switch up just like
And this Margiela fur
Guess I forgot to mention
Yeah, hold up, I'm tripping
These niggas ain't on shit, they bitches
Gun 'em down, light 'em up like Christmas
I'm with some real right niggas
They dripping
Yeah, I'm being real
I ain't playing with you
Getting money was part of the plan, nigga
I been fly, get 'em focused
They pay attention
And I'm getting paid, lil' bitch
So I can't pay attention
Keep 'em close, but no
I don't play with bitches
I'm too fly
These folks gotta pay for pictures
I took his ho 'cause she
Know that a nigga different
Yeah, I'm getting money, no
I'm nothing like you niggas
In the back of the whip with your wifey
Nigga
Smoking exotic dope, I'm getting high, nigga
Yeah, all my partners, they
Play with the fire
Nigga
Run up and try this shit, I bet you die
Nigga
(Okay)
I don't know how much money
I really made today
Fucking that bitch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it but he just rapping
I step on the work, I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage
I really made today
Fucking that bitch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it
But he just rapping
I step on the work I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you run out of money, it's hard to manage
I got your bitch in my spot dancing
This a rockstar life, nigga, Marilyn Manson
Yeah, they don't want smoke, cancer
I got too many vibes
Running 'round the mansion
I know these niggas fake
They switch up just like
And this Margiela fur
Guess I forgot to mention
Yeah, hold up, I'm tripping
These niggas ain't on shit, they bitches
Gun 'em down, light 'em up like Christmas
I'm with some real right niggas
They dripping
Yeah, I'm being real
I ain't playing with you
Getting money was part of the plan, nigga
I been fly, get 'em focused
They pay attention
And I'm getting paid, lil' bitch
So I can't pay attention
Keep 'em close, but no
I don't play with bitches
I'm too fly
These folks gotta pay for pictures
I took his ho 'cause she
Know that a nigga different
Yeah, I'm getting money, no
I'm nothing like you niggas
In the back of the whip with your wifey
Nigga
Smoking exotic dope, I'm getting high, nigga
Yeah, all my partners, they
Play with the fire
Nigga
Run up and try this shit, I bet you die
Nigga
(Okay)
I don't know how much money
I really made today
Fucking that bitch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
Fuck your dead homies, piss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My bitch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it but he just rapping
I step on the work, I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage