Lyrics WISH YOU WELL - Destroy Lonely

Hmm-hmm-hmm
You know what I'm sayin'? Baby Money boss, Lil' Money life
This ain't a lifestyle (love hurts), this just life (whoa)
88, wave
Poppin', whoa

Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies
Just bought her Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh, yeah (whoo)
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, had to up my digits
Got millions on millions, gettin' richer (what's up man?)
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
She go Celine, Chanel
You know that's my girl, she'd pop it well (whoa)
Baby Money ball, you can tell, go Johnny Manziel
I'll wish you well (yeah)
And none of my niggas gon' tell (huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell

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 (for real)
Yeah, I'm ridin' with a.30 on me (yeah)
Big Five, bangin' my league (grrah)
All my hoes elite
All my shows sold out
Baby Money trappin' where we at

Money Baby, Money Baby (huh)
88, wave (whoa)
This ain't a lifestyle
This just life

Yeah, I'm steppin' in Rickies
Just bought her Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh, yeah (whoo)
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, had to up my digits
Got millions on millions, gettin' richer (what's up, man?)
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
She go Celine, Chanel
You know that's my girl, she'd pop it well (whoa)
Baby Money ball, you can tell, go Johnny Manziel
I'll wish you well (yeah)
And none of my niggas gon' tell (huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell

Baby Money, Baby Money
88, Yeah