LA Money - ALMA

Kiss you goodbye, don’t start to cry

Got company

I gotta run, I gotta run

They are after me

It’s not about you, ooh

It’s not about you, ooh

It’s about me

I’m wanted, baby

Most wanted, baby

All these bitches want something from me

Got me fucked up on LA money

Fake-ass fiction saying that they love me, oh

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

My famous friends forgot again

That everybody dies

What’s happening is not what you see

All the pictures lie, yeah

It’s not about you, ooh

It’s not about you, ooh

It’s about me

I’m wanted, baby

Most wanted, baby

All these bitches want something from me

Got me fucked up on LA money

Fake-ass fiction saying that they love me, oh

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

Look at us, young miracles

Got our faces on the billboards

Look at us, never going home

Yeah

All these bitches want something from me

Got me fucked up, got me fucked up, LA money

Fake-ass fiction saying that they love me, oh

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

They don’t even know who I am

All these bitches want something from me, yeah