Money machine (Original)

[Intro: Laura Les] Hey, you little piss baby You think you're so fucking cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck Aw, look at those arms Your arms look so fucking cute, they look like lil' cigarettes I bet I could smoke you, I could roast you And then you'd love it and you'd text me "I love you" And then I'd fucking ghost you [Chorus: Laura Les] It's so funny how you're all alone All alone All alone All alone All alone All alone It's so funny how you're all alone All alone All alone All alone All alone All alone [Verse 2: Dylan Brady] Tell me what's the deal, I've been tryin' to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone Tell me what's the deal, I've been tryin' to go to bed I've been up for days, I've been tryna get ahead Said it all before, and I'll say it once again I'm better off alone [Chorus: Laura Les] It's so funny how you're all alone All alone All alone All alone All alone All alone It's so funny how you're all alone All alone All alone All alone All alone All alone