Marc Goone - Lamborghini Tears lyrics

[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 motherf**er Don't cuff her I just I f** her motherf**er Got fluffers ‘fore I f** her motherf**er 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 motherf**in' sphere I'm just revvin' up the motor when I feel a little lower Let the Lamborghini leather dry my tear [Hook] [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