FWYS Destroy Lonely

[Chorus]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
But if you sad, it's not my problem
Better go get a bag, go get you some dollars
I been tryna' get you some status
Is you mad 'cause my new bitch badder?
Treat you bad, it's just how it happened
But I ain't even mean to do that actually
I went and got us some money and now I'm happy
These people out here so broke, and that's why they look sadder
It ain't even 'bout that cash, it's about loving yourself
You gotta' fuck with yourself
Why you don't fuck with yourself?

[Verse]
Why you tryna' fuck with me, I ain't got shit for you
I ain't een' looking back shawty, I been lookin' forward
And I'm dressed in all black shawty, something like a poltergeist
Thesе niggas keep on trying to hang with me, but I don't even know thеm guys
Every single day of my life so damn different, I just roll the dice
I got a problem; it's so many pretty bitches, yea and they look fine
I go shopping everyday, she asked how much I shop- said "all the time"
I like different brands, I like Marni, I like Saint Laurent
I pop a different swag, I got more, I had to switch it up
My boy serving chalk with no chalkboard, he gotta' bag it up
All of my diamonds flawless, if you look inside don't scratch it now
I was just broke as fuck, but I woke up today a millionaire