Lamborghini Tears

[Hook]
Money, money, money, money all I know
Spend it, spend it cannot take it when I'm gone
If happiness elude me after all my years
I'll have Lamborghini leather just to wipe my tears

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini leather just to wipe my tears
Sip on ‘46 Macallan just to drown my fears
I don't run away from problems I just board my lear
All I ever wanted was to be a billionare
If I get low
Bet my money don't
Got guala to blow
They like "whoa"
Black Aventador
Take off here I go (skrt)
Golden plated bong to smoke my weed out
Michelin 3 starrin' when I eat out
Rollin out red carpet for my feet now
Em Ratajkowskis get with me now
Butler got a butler motherfucker
Don't cuff her I just I fuck her motherfucker
Got fluffers ‘fore I fuck her motherfucker
Truffles on the duck I had for supper
Spend and spend and spend whatever I well please
Cry myself to sleep at night on Charlotte Thomas sheets

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'll pour that Moët, let's have a party
Then do blow, yep, off of her body
She dream of Corvettes, I got Ferraris
Her bucket list look like my normal Monday hobbies
Imma give the key note at the AVNs
Livin' like a cheat code when you play the Sims
Said she gon give me deep throat with like all her friends
My pockets fat as Cee Lo after 80 wings (got plenty tings)
Think you stuntin' in your Hemi, whoa
'Til I pull up in the Venemo
Then I pull up the Bentley, whoa
I got many, many, many more
Got a jet that I could show her got a yacht that I could boat her
You ain't even in my motherfuckin' sphere
I'm just revvin' up the motor when I feel a little lower
Let the Lamborghini leather dry my tear

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[Outro]
I let that Lamborghini leather dry my tear
I do 110 I'm on the highway watch me veer
I'm doing pulls of Louis 13 ain't no reason I should steer
Ain't got no plan but I be headed outta here
You know I'm shinin' check my wrist and check my ear
And all my diamonds look like water cuz they clear
I'm doing pulls of Yamazaki as I shift into 6th gear
And if I cry the Lambo leather dry my tear
I got that blood red leather round my Lambo wheel
Bad red bone at home she know the deal
Oxycodone in me, keep popping pills
I let that Lamborghini leather dry my tears
I got remind me that this life I'm living real
Doing 190 round a corner just for thrill
I'm doing pulls of Johnnie Walker ain't no hands up on the wheel
And if I die they'll bury me in YSL