​money & sex lyrics

[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN Five-seveN
AR-15 send a f*ck-n*gga to heaven
I get geeked up, b*tch, I don't do Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I f*cked her off the G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
f*ck it, shoot his head

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I mix the Wock' with the red
If the stick don't fit in the bag, gotta tote that Glock instead
I gotta tote that glizzy, woah
I gotta take my fire everywhere I go
Shoot that b*tch out, I turn it to a visual
Thirty clip on me, yeah, it's digital
I'ma shoot that lil' b*tch 'til it's empty
I got hella hoes like I'm pimpin'
These lil' n*ggas stay rolled like the zip
I smoke out the bag, I pour up the pint, it's four K just for me to sip
I went in all Balenci' for my flight, it's ten K just for me to drip
I'm with your b*tch, she goin' convertible, she droppin' the top, then I dip
I pull out her mouth, then I nut on her nipples
[Bridge: Ken Carson]
Haha, yeah
I got, I got my boy, my boy, the Top Floor Boss in this motherf*cker, ayy, Lone
Ayy, tell these n*ggas what the f*ck goin' on
Yeah

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Uh, ARPs, yeah, heavy metal
Flared jeans, I'm dripped like a cowboy, I'm totin' the .38 special
Yeah, this b*tch way too fine, I think she came from heaven
I get way, way too geeked up, b*tch, but I ain't never mess wit’ her, uh, uh
I love money and sex
Shawty said she pullin' up, I tell her to bring her friends
I got 'em all booted up, huh, off the X
I f*cked 'em all, we was all geeked up off the X
Uh, I'm 'bout to get this bread
Yeah, Glock hold thirty-one, got thirty in the clip and one in the head
Most of my hoes, they want it, then I f*ck 'em good and disappear, huh
I'm getting stupid money, SPED
I put the purple Wockhardt in the Goyard bag, it's red
I put the platinum, yeah, on my dreads
I'm rockin' all-white diamonds and they VVS
I asked the ho if she tryna f*ck, and she said, "Yes"
I took her straight to the Balenci' store and bought her a brand new dress, huh
I ain't pullin' over, nah, if I see 12
'Cause I got a V12, and my engine is from hell
We the sh*t if you askin', "What's the smell?"
We been poppin' sh*t, I don't know if you can tell
And all these n*ggas snitch, I know they gon' tell
[Verse 3: Ken Carson]
I can tell you gon' snitch, I can tell you a b*tch
I can tell that his b*tch wanna f*ck by the way that she look at my wrist
I'm totin' that VECTOR, I'm totin' that stick
And this ho ten millimeters, I can make a n*gga dance like Chris Brown
Don't bring your b*tch 'round me, 'cause if I like that b*tch, then you know that lil' b*tch gettin' di*ked down
She ain't want me back then, but now I'm tatted up and got money, I'm the sh*t now
Now everywhere I go I pop out, and everybody want a pic now
Now everybody wanna f*ck with the O, gotta offer your soul to get down
If I go broke, I'ma kick in your door, huh, I'm takin' your sh*t now

[Verse 4: Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson]
If I go broke, I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick it
If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal, and all of these n*ggas is midgets
I don't got a type, she bool and she fine for real, I love all types of b*tches
I don't a got a limit, I ain't reach the height, the peak, baby, I'm still gettin' richer
I'ma stack up a milli', a milli', a milli', way past a hundred, then cop a Richard
I'm all on your crib, f*ckin' your wife, the X-MAN f*ckin' your sister
Huh, I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits
We ain't save you, talkin' 'bout bullsh*t, n*gga, know we with it

[Bridge: Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson]
Yeah, you know we with all the bullsh*t, no bap
f*ck goin' on? (Grab the 5, yeah)
The f*ck—, the f*ck goin' on (Grab the 5, grab the 5, grab the trip, the trip)
Yeah
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN Five-seveN
AR-15 send a f*ck-n*gga to heaven
I get geeked up, b*tch, I don't do Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I f*cked her off the G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
f*ck it, shoot his head