Booted Up* Destroy Lonely

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[Intro]
Bullshit went crazy, ya dig?
Baby Money, Black America (Woo)

[Chorus]
Opp down, I just jumped out your bitch (Jump)
Waking up, gotta clutch on my stick (Stick)
Them lil' boys know I've been on that shit (Woo)
Booted up, workin' (Workin')
My niggas gon' get off them birds (Birds)
Throw it up, she twerkin' (Twerkin')
Lil' shawty know how to make it work (Work)
Posted up with the serpents (Serpents)
Charging one-fifty for verses (Yeah)
Just be cool, this AP might hurt you (Bih)
Just B5, lil' baby, just vibe (Vibe)

[Verse]
Lil Money live hell of a life (Of a life)
All my bitches, they way over dimes
All my bitches, you know that they mine (Rah)
Just Rick Owens, Balenci', Chanel (Yеah)
Call up [?], put her in some Hellstar (Yеah)
Blowin' #41 smoke, what's that smell, dawg? (Yeah)
All theses niggas geeked up or they fell off (Rah)
I'm too geeked up myself, I can't help y'all
Keep this shit on the low and don't tell (Don't tell)
I got hoes on the shelf, I don't fuck (I don't fuck)
I got cash in the safe, I don't care 'bout it (Care 'bout it)
Tell the chauffeur, "I'm ready, pull up" (Pull up)
I've been takin' Molly, bootin' up (Bootin' up)
Baby Money walking out the bank
A whole refrigerator filled with drank (Drank)
It's all black on my fit everyday (Oh yeah)
Think I'm Illuminati, okay