Lost It Rylo Rodriguez
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[Intro]
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
[Chorus]
Money bring problems, I got a thousand of 'em
That's how that money sound when you thumbin' through it
I ain't want to do it... but I had to
I been passed you, I been passed them
I moved on from her, I'm way richer than last year
I ain't happy, soap opera night, I'm taking mad pills
Moncler in the winter, we don't do Cashmere
[Hook]
I'm getting tired of lies, that shit got me exhausted
They tellin' me I found it, I don't know when I lost it
Thirty bands on the Rolex, it just spin, it don't tick
Project baby, momma, we was waitin' on rent
[Verse]
She don't like me, she just 'round me for the motion
I don't like her, her pussy just wetter than the ocean
She mad, I ain't a gentleman
Playin' with cash, we'll get into it
Give you my last if it's genuine
The struggle made me but it also saved me
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
I can't lie, this street shit, it get crazy
Pour a .3 inside a Sunkist, had me lazy
Jumped in that water, stood up, realized I was waist deep
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
[Chorus]
Money bring problems, I got a thousand of 'em
That's how that money sound when you thumbin' through it
I ain't want to do it... but I had to
I been passed you, I been passed them
I moved on from her, I'm way richer than last year
I ain't happy, soap opera night, I'm taking mad pills
Moncler in the winter, we don't do Cashmere
[Hook]
I'm getting tired of lies, that shit got me exhausted
They tellin' me I found it, I don't know when I lost it
Thirty bands on the Rolex, it just spin, it don't tick
Project baby, momma, we was waitin' on rent
[Verse]
She don't like me, she just 'round me for the motion
I don't like her, her pussy just wetter than the ocean
She mad, I ain't a gentleman
Playin' with cash, we'll get into it
Give you my last if it's genuine
The struggle made me but it also saved me
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
I can't lie, this street shit, it get crazy
Pour a .3 inside a Sunkist, had me lazy
Jumped in that water, stood up, realized I was waist deep
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