Destroy Lonely – WISH YOU WELL Lyrics

Album on LOVE LASTS FOREVER

Track 12 on LOVE LASTS FOREVER

WISH YOU WELL Lyrics
[Intro]
Hmm-hmm-hmm
You know what I’m sayin’? Baby Money boss, Lil’ Money life
This ain’t a lifestyle (Love hurts), this shit is life (Woah)
88, Woah
Poppin’, woah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m steppin’ in Rickies, just bought
her Balenci’, the girl give me hickies, oh yeah (Woo)
Had to flee out the city, she say that
she miss me but I ain’t even got time to lay up
I go New York City, added up my digits,
got millions on millions, gettin’ richer
Yeah, the bands came bigger, go jailbreak
kitted, I’m fuckin’ up the streets goin’ missin’
I’ve been feelin’ well, my ice on well,
got bales on bales, oh yeah
Shе go Celine, Chanel,
you know that’s my girl, shе’d pop it well
Baby Money borrow you the ‘tel,
go Johnny Manziel, I’ll wish you well (Yeah)
And none of my niggas gon’ tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon’ sell

[Verse]
Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees
The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee
My swag Japanese, just check my receipts
My whips ain’t leased, they all for me
Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash
Bust a real young ho, she a real deal treesh
Tomato, tomato, I got it, capeesh?
BM, top dollar, don’t gotta compete
Yeah, me and my dogs, we all gon’ eat
Just hit your thot, asked her what she need
My shirt’s cashmere and my chain gon’ swing
Yeah, I’m ridin’ with a .30 on me (Yeah)
Big 5, bangin’ my league (Grrah)
All my hoes elite
All my shows sold out
Baby Money trappin’ where we at

[Bridge]
Money Baby, Money Baby (Huh)
88, wait (Woah)
Shit ain’t a lifestyle
This just life

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m steppin’ in Rickies, just bought her Balenci’,
the girl give me hickies, oh yeah (Woo)
Had to flee out the city, she say that
she miss me but I ain’t even got time to lay up
I go New York City, added up my digits,
got millions on millions, gettin’ richer
Yeah, the bands came bigger, go jailbreak kitted,
I’m fuckin’ up the streets goin’ missin’
I’ve been feelin’ well, my ice on well,
got bands on bands, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanel,
you know that’s my girl, she’d pop it well
Baby Money borrow you the ‘tel,
go Johnny Manziel, I’ll wish you well (Yeah)
And none of my niggas gon’ tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon’ sell

[Outro]
Baby Money, Baby Money
Yeah