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Marc Goone - Lamborghini Tears Lyrics

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

Lamborghini leather just to wipe my tears
Sip on 46 Macallan just to drown my fears
I dont run away from problems i just board my leer
All I eva wanted was to be a billionaire
If I get low, bet my money don't
Got gwala to blow, they like whoa
Black Aventador, take off here I go
Golden plated bong to smoke my weed out
Michelin 3 starring when I eat out
Rollin out red carpet for my feet now
Em rajatakowskis get with me now
Butler got a butler muthafucka
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 whateva I well please
Cry myself to sleep at night on Charlotte thomas sheets


(Verse 2)
I'll pour that moet lets 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
I'mma 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 stunting in yo hemi whoa
Till' I pull up in the venemo
Then I pull up the Bentley, woah
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 muthafucking sphere
I'm just reving up the motor when I feel a lil lower
Let the Lamborghini leather dry my tear


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 thirteen ain't no reason i should steer
And got no plan but I be headed out of here
You know I'm shining 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
Doin' 190 round a corner just for thrill
I'm doing pulls of johnnie walker ain't no hands up on the wheel
And if die they'll bury me in ysl

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