[Intro: Christopher Sabat & FBG Goat]
My motivation was to be the best, to be the greatest Saiyan alive, as I always had been
There was a moment when you actually said you gave up
Surrender is an outcome far worse than defeat
I won't tolerate that kind of weak behavior from a Saiyan
Never forget what you are, damn it, where is your Saiyan pride?
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew (Oh my God, RONNY)
Okay, okay (phew, phew, phew, phew)
Okay, okay, okay (phew, phew, phew, phew)
Uh, okay, uh, okay, okay (phew, phew, phew, phew)
Uh, okay, okay, okay (phew, phew, phew, phew; Yeah)

[Chorus: Destroy Lonely]
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, four (Four)
B.M. just went fucked on your B.M. and that's for sure (For sure; Yeah)
These racks come out the mud, we blow dirty money on clothes
Huh, green light, all of my lil' vibes, yeah, they on go
Pull up, presidential
White model bitch, thin as a tissue
Ain't no hidin', bitch, you wanna pop your shit? We out to get you (Yeah; Woo)
My shooter trigger finger itchin', he gon' shoot that bitch until it's clickin' (Yeah)
Ain't playin' Madden, bitch, caught 'em outside, hit stick them, then blitz them

[Verse 1: FBG Goat & Destroy Lonely]
Ten Glocks (Yeah), nine Glocks (Yeah), eight Glocks (Yeah), seven (Yeah)
Six Glocks (Yeah), five Glocks (Yeah), four Glocks (Yeah)
Three (Yeah)
Walk out the (Yeah), club (Yeah), twenty-four leavin' (Yeah), with me (Yeah)
Styrofoam (Yeah), cup (Yeah), fill it up (Yeah), with codeine (Yo)
Back on, back on my money (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Back on my money)
Pray up, what's up, Carti? (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
What's up, baby? (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Youngun caught a body, and started laughin' (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
And I'm geeked up while rappin' (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Rock blue diamonds, like the Mavericks (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Walkin' together, I'm thirty deep, all these n***as got hammers (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
And I wear an all black hoodie when it's ninety degrees, I did it for Trevon (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, of course, got a bitch on her knees, [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Come out Park Avenue, serving dog food to zombies (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
AP covered in diamonds, I don't even know what time it is (Ha, ha, ha, ha; N***a)
Hi, miss, can you ride me after you suck it? (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Woo)
Green stones, I'm feelin' lucky, might go to Vegas (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Woo)
Outrageous, pop me a 30, [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Woo)
Hold on, hold on (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Ha)
I Had an epiphany, my whole damn city can’t even afford to go to a club (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Hold on)
Made her cum twice, jump on a kite, the Porsche is white like rice (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Hold on)
Talk to me nice, thriller, after the movie, I'm feedin' her pipe (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Woah)
Hey, Suge Knight, I've got doctors and I've got [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Rah)
Hopped out the Lambo', take an X pill, like they [?] (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Rah)
Take a Tylenol bottle, fill it with Percs and Adderall (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Rah)
She'd ignore that n***a call while I'm givin' it to her jaw (Ha, ha, ha, ha; Woo-woo)
[Bridge: FBG Goat & Destroy Lonely]
Moss (Ayy), Moss (Hold on), Moss, Moss (Yeah-yeah)
Moss, Moss (Hold on), Moss, Moss (Rah)
Moss, Moss (Hold on), Moss, Moss (Rah)
Moss, Moss (Hold on), Moss, Moss (Rah)
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss (Baby Money)
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss (Everyday)
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss
Moss (Rah), Moss, Moss, Moss (Haha, rah)

[Chorus: Destroy Lonely]
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, four (Four)
B.M. just went fucked on your B.M. and that's for sure (For sure)
These racks come out the mud, we blow dirty money on clothes
Huh, green light, all of my lil' vibes, yeah, they on go
Pull up, presidential
White model bitch, thin as a tissue
Ain't no hidin', bitch, you wanna pop your shit? We out to get you
My shooter trigger finger itchin', he gon' shoot that bitch until it's clickin' (Yeah)
Ain't playin' Madden, bitch, caught 'em outside, hit stick them, then blitz them

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Came up bustin' cards, made a hundred large, bought a broad
I told her "Step outside," bring me made back that cash, we goin' far
I just popped an X, this thick bitch just popped a Xanax bar
This is Money Baby, you already know my fit is black as tar (Woo-woo)
[Chorus: Destroy Lonely]
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, four (Four)
B.M. just went fucked on your B.M. and that's for sure (For sure)
These racks come out the mud, we blow dirty money on clothes
Huh, green light, all of my lil' vibes, yeah, they on go
Pull up, presidential
White model bitch, thin as a tissue
Ain't no hidin', bitch, you wanna pop your shit? We out to get you
My shooter trigger finger itchin', he gon' shoot that bitch until it's clickin' (Yeah)
Ain't playin' Madden, bitch, caught 'em outside, hit stick them, then blitz them

[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, but fuck all that
I've got your bitch up, stayin' in my bedroom throwin' it up and throwin' it back
I've been fuckin' the club up, I just dropped some love on Booby Trap
I'm in the back with the Mob boss, top floor with two C's and I'm relaxed (Damn)
Codeine run in my veins, my blood is made of Wock, wasn't there for Act'
Geekin' up for days, I fucked a rack, get you a million stack
Van Cleef, Hermés, she look like the front page
FBG, FBG, Double O, Double O gang

[Outro: FBG Goat & Destroy Lonely]
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss (Lil' Money)
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss (Go)
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss (Lil' Money)
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss (Go)
Moss, Moss (Lil' Money) , Moss, Moss (Go)
Moss, Moss (Lil' Money), Moss, Moss (Go)
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss
Moss, Moss, Moss, Moss