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All Alone Lyrics by Mr.Money

2020

(Aye get that bag Torreto)

Tryna fuck on that bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 shit 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 nobody (nobody)
Nine times outta ten your bitch 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
Bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch tryna fuck 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 nigga a fool
Got this water on me I should be into pool
I'm keeping the hammer I move with the tool
That nigga 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 shits what the fuck did you think?
No I didn't send her shit no I'm not tryna link

Tryna fuck on that bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 shit 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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Mr.Money

Mr.Money

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