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lirik lagu mr.money - all alone

(aye get that bag torreto)

tryna f~ck on that b~tch then forget her
i dropped a p in the mail, i’m sending it off like a letter
i sit in the trap tryna run up my racks
you talked to the feds but you told me you’d never
i blew 1k on a sweater
i hit that b~tch told myself to do better
on the top of the stove, i forgot how to measure
i’m whippin’ that baking soda up together
ahh (ahhhhh)
that b~tch got me as her ringtone
i’m probably just better being all alone
when i need them they ain’t hit my phonе (no)
i got this sh~t all on my own
tryna talk up to me better lowеr your tone
i’m feeling like jay cause they watching the throne (ahh)

i do not need no help from n0body (n0body)
nine times outta ten your b~tch is a hoe probably (a hoe probably)
i do not want her, i flipped her like gymnastics (gymnastics)
i’m signed to the rock i’m feeling like yo gotti
b~tch i be speeding it up and i slide in
all them boys dying i guess they ain’t riding
we spinning his block can’t find him he hiding
that glock on my waist i forgot about fighting (ahh)
that b~tch wanna slide for the night
went from rocking all black to rocking all white
that boy talking all tough he went up like a kite
keep on beating this glock i feel like i’m ike
i’m outta this world i’m touching the moon
that b~tch tryna f~ck on me at noon
‘ain’t calling her back i ain’t seeing her soon
i’m rocking all ice in the middle of june
he think he gone’ take it that n~gga a fool
got this water on me i should be into pool
i’m keeping the hammer i move with the tool
that n~gga stay capping on what he be doing
my bro got them rocks tucked down in his ewings
got a uhaul with pounds like i’m steady moving
she say we’re the same but we aren’t congruent (no)
got two cups filled up with pink
i stay with the sh~ts what the f~ck did you think?
no i didn’t send her sh~t no i’m not tryna link

tryna f~ck on that b~tch then forget her
i dropped a p in the mail, i’m sending it off like a letter
i sit in the trap tryna run up my racks
you talked to the feds but you told me you’d never
i blew 1k on a sweater
i hit that b~tch told myself to do better
on the top of the stove, i forgot how to measure
i’m whippin’ that baking soda up together
ahh (ahhhhh)
that b~tch got me as her ringtone
i’m probably just better being all alone
when i need them they ain’t hit my phone (no)
i got this sh~t all on my own
tryna talk up to me better lower your tone
i’m feeling like jay cause they watching the throne (ahh)

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