the internet get away lyrics

Now she wanna fuck with me
Live a life of luxury, models in my money trees

Such beautiful company
Fuck a 9 to 5 I’m seeing dollar signs

But I’m still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home, got issues with my

Old chick she blowin’ up my phone
Talkin ’bout some bullshit

Like who’s this, who’s that
Could be worse

So to calm her nerves
I just tell her

Roll up an L and light it
Let’s go to space

Be my co, I’ll be the pilot
Let’s get away
Let’s get away

Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Baby let’s get away

Money doesn’t grow from trees
Maybe we can make believe today

All I need is company
Rest assure I got it babe

Working for the finer things
Getting in all kind of ways

Pennies all in my champagne
Every day we celebrate

Fuck your little funds a million ain’t enough
But I’m still driving around in my old whip

Still living at home, got
Issues with my new chick

She blowin’ up my phone
Now all I hear is womp’ womp’, womp’ womp’

But it could be worse
Girl calm your nerves I want you to

Roll up an L and light it
Let’s go to space

Be my co i’ll be the pilot
Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Let’s get away

Let’s get away
Baby let’s get away

Money doesn’t fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today

All I need is company
And the rest is yours, I promise babe

If money don’t
B 31 through 60, B 31 through 60 welcome on aboard

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