produced by judge LYRICS: [hook] money, money, money all i know spend it, spend it cannot take it when i'm gone if happiness elude me after all my years... i'll have lamborghini leather just to wipe my tears [verse 1]: lamborghini leather just to wipe my tears sip on ‘46 macallan just to drown my fears i dont run away from problems i just board my leer all i ever wanted was to be a billionare if i get low bet my money dont got guala to blow they like whoa black aventador take off here i go golden plated bong to smoke my weed out michelin 3 starrin when i eat out rollin out red carpet for my feet now em rajatakowskis get with me now butler got a butler motherfucker dont cuff her i just i fuck her motherfucker got fluffers ‘fore i fuck her motherfucker truffles on the duck i had for supper spend and spend and spend whatever i well please cry myself to sleep at night on charlotte thomas sheets [hook] [verse 2]: ill pour that moet lets have a party then do blow yep off of her body she dream of corvettes i got ferraris her bucket list look like my normal monday hobbies ima give the key note at the avns livin like a cheat code when you play the sims said she gon give me deep throat with like all her friends my pockets fat as cee lo after 80 wings (got plenty tings) think you stuntin in your hemi whoa til i pull up in the venemo then i pull up the bentley whoa i got many many many more got a jet that i could show her got a yacht that i could boat her you aint even in my motherfuckin sphere im just revvin up the motor when i feel a little lower let the lamborghini leather dry my tear [hook] [outro]: i let that lamborghini leather dry my tear i do 110 im on the highway watch me veer im doing pulls of louis 13 aint no reason i should steer and got no plan but i be headed outta here you know im shinin check my wrist and check my ear and all my diamonds look like water cuz they clear im doing pulls of yamazaki as i shift into 6th gear and if i cry the lambo leather dry my tear i got that blood red leather round my lambo wheel bad red bone at home she know the deal oxycodone in me keep popping pills i let that lamborghini leather dry my tears i got remind me that this life im living real doing 190 round a corner just for thrill im doing pulls of johnnie walker aint no hands up on the wheel and if die theyll bury me in ysl