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