MONEY IN THE MAIL

Dior and Chanel with the Goyard wallet
Money in the mail with a lil' narcotics
I could pay the bill if you want to call me
I been tryna tell you, you got a problem

We should leave this party
You don't need more liquor, I promise
Twenty-fifth floor, is it all you wanted? (Is it all you wanted?)

Stumble to the door, molly in your pockets
Money in the drawers, I don't understand what you're going out for
But good lord, seven days straight, what's a couple damn more?
And I know you can't stop
Is this what Frank meant when he wrote Crack Rock?
You're going through the bread, every single last drop
(But it's all you wanted)

'Cause you love, you love drugs and money
You're an addict for something
I know you want some
Tell me what you want, does it look like— (Woo!)

Dior and Chanel with the Goyard wallet
Money in the mail with a lil' narcotics
I could pay the bill if you want to call me (Ayy)
I been tryna tell you, you got a problem

We should leave this party
You don't need more liquor, I promise
Twenty-fifth floor, is it all you wanted? (Is it all you wanted?)

I'm sure that the neighbors hear what's going on
Tell me what song is your favorite, I could throw it on
I'ma let you bathe in selfishness and greed
Well, that's all you need, just buy a couple more of those

Dior and Chanel with the Goyard wallet
Money in the mail with a lil' narcotics (Ayy)
I could pay the bill if you want to call me (Ayy)
I been tryna tell you, you got a problem

We should leave this party
You don't need more liquor, I promise
Twenty-fifth floor, is it all you wanted? (Is it all you wanted?)



Credits
Writer(s): David Rocha, Wes Patrick
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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