GOLDA - Bad Feelings

I don't need much but I fucking want it all
Only answer the phone when the fucking money call
Chirp chirp when it rings unpredictable
Why I always hold on when there is no love involved
Man I tell you this is madness
Bad bitch
All the love we knew is plastic
Pussy magic
Man i tell you she a savage
Illest fabrics
Got a distinct smoking habit
Won't you pass it
New phone, who dis?
Courtside with a bad bitch
Money money lookin lavish
Flexing on me, she do damage
She ain't basic she no average
Actin stupid like you don't know
Always down for a funeral

All the money, money ist he motive
Bury me and cover me in roses
You won't ever miss me when I'm gone
I'm gone
All the money, money ist he motive
Bury me and cover me in roses
You won't ever miss me when I'm gone
I'm gone

Never looking up the cost
Money filling up the vault
On ghost when she call

That's why I make sure not to fall
And she claiming she the realest
I say kill it baby please dont get me started
Fucking all night - falling asleep - haven't been talking all morning
Greedy, believe me,
Sellong pussy on ebay
Cause she need pay
Damn that love for dough get me slayed
Stuff a briefcase, suffocate me get a blue face
Now it's too late
Bitches ain't no shit
Digits making me sick
Fake love changes up
Seems like it can't get a fit
I ain't got nothing to split
My money double like twix
But she got pussy to die for
Burn me deeper than 6

I fucking want it all
Say what I mean, what I
All the money
I fucking want it all
All the money
Bury me and cover me in roses
You won't ever miss me when I'm gone
I'm gone

Written by:
Calvin Bynum, Konrad Birnbauer

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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