Top Songs By Destroy Lonely
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sandimanie
Lyrics
Kenneth Pannu
Composer
Jonah Abraham
Composer
Michael Mule
Composer
Ademofe Abiodun
Composer
Amon Hill
Composer
Jalan Lowe
Composer
Isaac De Boni
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil 88
Producer
KP
Producer
FNZ
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer
Jonah Abraham
Producer
Lyrics
Two hundred 'round my neck, I've got the Cadillac sittin' on my chest (chest)
I've got diamonds all in the bed, she rockin' my chain, she givin' me head (head)
Stand on everything I said, for a ride I'll probably be dead (yeah, dead)
I've got a vibe, she way too fine, she mine, she way-way over ten (ten)
I don't sip lines, got pints on pints, this drank keep coming in handy (handy)
I ain't worried about it, she fine enough, I've paid for more than her rent (rent)
I ain't worried about it, I told my niggas, I got it, they got this shit (yeah)
Jumped out the trap, I was lost, jumped out the trap and I turned to a boss (boss)
Her pussy just stepped on Voss, I think I might carry this bitch, no toss (toss, ah)
Ice, froze myself, I still got diamonds sittin' in the coffin (coffin)
Kale, it sit in my lungs, I'm pourin' up Wock', ain't doing no coffee (coffee)
Off a pill and she going dumb, she poppin' that pussy, she makin' it walk (makin' it walk)
I can feel this shit in my guts, I'm off a G6 and I can't even talk (talk)
Lately, I've been on one but, right now, I'm off one (off one)
Tried to make her my home girl, but she got me on a poster (yeah)
I've been livin' a rock star life and poppin' my shit like I'm 'posed to (yeah)
I put it in sport mode ride and pushed the Maybach off the shoulder (skrrt, skrrt)
I've got dirty money that need to be washed, it's spillin' it all on my sodas (yeah)
Baby Money gon' catch my opp, don't care 'bout these niggas, don't know them (money)
Baby Money been countin' up guap, go blow it in your face, go throw some (Baby Money)
Baby Money just popped him a thot then threw her away, don't know her (yeah)
Baby Money a stand-up guy, make these pussy niggas sit down (sit down)
Baby Money been puttin' on his whole damn team right now (team right now)
Baby Money (yeah)
Two hundred 'round on my neck
I've got the Cadillac sittin' on my chest (chest)
I've got diamonds all in the bed, she rockin' my chain, she givin' me head (head)
Stand on everything I said, for a ride I'll probably be dead (yeah, dead)
I've got a vibe, she way too fine, she mine, she way-way over ten (ten)
I don't sip lines, got pints on pints, this drank keep coming in handy (handy)
I ain't worried about it, she fine enough, I've paid for more than her rent (rent)
I ain't worried about it, I told my niggas, I got it, they got this shit (yeah)
I don't want you
I want money
I don't want you
I want money
Na, na-na
Na, na-na
Na, na-na
My God is able
I don't want you
I want money
I don't want you
I want money
Out of my mind, yeah
Out of my mind, yeah
Out of my mind, yeah
Out of my mind, yeah
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Isaac De Boni, Michael Mule, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Jonah Abraham, Kenneth Pannu, Ademofe Abiodun, Amon Hill
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