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Paroles de la chanson money & sex par Destroy Lonely

[Ken Carson]
Yeah

[Ken Carson]
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN, Five-seveN
AR-15 send a fuck-nigga to heaven
I get geeked up, bitch, I don't do Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I fucked her off the G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
Fuck it, shoot his head

[Ken Carson]
I mix the Wock' with the red
And the stick don't fit in the bag, gotta tote that Glock instead
I gotta tote that glizzy, woah
I gotta take my fire everywhere I go
Shoot that bitch out, I turn it to a visual
.30 clip on me, yeah, it's digital
I'ma shoot that lil' bitch 'til it's empty
I got hella hoes like I'm pimpin'
These lil' niggas stay rolled like the zip
I smoke out the bag, I pour up the pint, it's 4K just for me to sip
I went in all Balenci' for my flight, it's 10K just for me to drip
I'm with your bitch, she goin' convertible, she droppin' the top, then I dip
I pull out her mouth, then I licked on her nipples

[ Ken Carson]
Haha
Yeah
I got, I got my boy, my boy
Top Floor Boss in this motherfucker, ayy, Lone
Ayy, tell these niggas what the fuck goin' on
Yeah

[Destroy Lonely]
Uh, ARPs
Yeah, heavy metal, flared jeans I'm dripped like a cowboy, I'm totin' the .38 special
Yeah, this bitch way too fine, bitch, she came from heaven
I get way, way too geeked up, bitch, but I ain't never messy her, uh, uh
I love money and sex
Shawty said she and pullin' up, I tell her to bring her friends

I got 'em all booted up, huh, off the X
I fucked 'em all, we was all geeked up off the X
Uh, I'm 'bout to get this bread
Yeah, Glock hold 30, one got 30 in the clip and one in the head, uh
Most of my hoes, they want it, then I fuck 'em good and disappear
I'm getting stupid money, sped
I got the purple Wockhardt in the Goyard bag, it's red
I put the platinum, yeah, on my dreads
I'm rockin' all-white diamonds and they VVS
I asked the hoe if they tryna fuck, and she said, "Yes"
I took her straight to the Louis store and bought her a brand new dress, huh
I ain't gettin' pullin' over, nah, if I see 12
Cause I got a V12, and my engine is from hell

We the shit if you askin', "What's that smell?"
We been poppin' shit, I don't know if you can tell
And all these niggas snitch, I know they gon' tell

[Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely]
I can tell you gon' snitch
I can tell you a bitch
I can tell that his bitch wanna fuck by the way that she look at my wrist
I'm totin' that VECTOR, I'm totin' that stick
And this ho ten millimeters, I can make a nigga dance like Chris Brown
Don't bring your bitch 'round me, 'cause if I like that bitch, then you know that lil' bitch gettin' dicked down
She ain't want me back then, but now I'm tatted up and got money, I'm the shit now

Now everywhere I go I pop out, and everybody want a pic now
Now everybody wanna fuck with the O gotta offer your soul to kick down
If I go broke I'ma kick in your door, huh, I'm takin' your shit now
If I go broke I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick it
If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal and all of these niggas is midgets
I don't got a type, she bool and she fine for real, I love all types of bitches
I don't a got a limit, I ain't reach the height- the peak, baby, I'm still gettin' richer
I'ma stack up a milli', a milli', a milli', way past a hundred, then cop a Richard
I'm all on your crib, fuckin' your wife, the X-MAN fuckin' your sister

Huh, I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits
We ain't save you, talkin' 'bout bullshit, nigga, know we with it
Yeah, you know we with all the bullshit, no bap
Fuck goin' on?
The fuck the fuck goin' on
Yeah

[Ken Carson]
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN, Five-seveN
AR-15 send a fuck-nigga to heaven
I get geeked up, bitch, on them Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I fucked her off the G6, ho, I ain't break no sweat

He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
Fuck it, shoot his head

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