| Song | Wired |
| Artist | Lola Monroe |
| Album | Lipstick & Pistols |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) | |
| I’m wired, let’s start a fire | |
| Might choke a ************ out with a barbed wire | |
| My attire say umpire | |
| Whole lot of wealth I’ve acquired | |
| But for now I’ll kick off the newbies | |
| Barefooted and I’m let off the doogies | |
| Money goes but this middle finger won’t | |
| So I finger ******* the world and get my middle finger on | |
| F down, insane so the list | |
| Flip the coupe, to you the same | |
| My slit game here like I’m too busy | |
| Swallow as if you know who with the caine | |
| See I got more nuts than payday | |
| Who mother*******? Come ************ better pay me | |
| Head first like I skydive in it | |
| And you know what it is when I drive by’s in it | |
| Money money, money money | |
| Where the ******* my money | |
| Diamond, diamond, you know what what’s coming | |
| The way my crew cut, they be at yo necks | |
| Like a crew cut and you be at yo best | |
| When it’s two left, but we don’t get ****** | |
| We don’t get ******, that’s when I shoot up | |
| (Hook) | |
| I’m just doing what I’m supposed to be doing | |
| While I’m doing that you supposed be doing | |
| Same things so you can go all the way through it | |
| But you ain’t doing that ‘cus you hope that we going to bed | |
| But believe me there ain’t no way | |
| Just hate me while I’m livin the life | |
| Hate me while I’m livin the life | |
| Yea I be going hard, hard, hard | |
| Hard, hard, hard | |
| (Verse) | |
| When ******* was struggling I was overseas hustling | |
| I been overseas doubling | |
| Now I’m over these customs in | |
| ‘Cus my ovaries bubbling | |
| Tired of burping these ******* | |
| I see my work in these ******* | |
| Can’t see my worth in these ******* | |
| Hold up, I get it now | |
| I’ll never let another fake ************ give me pounds | |
| So that’s just the kind I could throw, well my *******s will flip | |
| My *******s are trips, they ******* as the ************s | |
| Straight assholes when they burstin off | |
| And you go break yo neck like bust a call | |
| So put yo hands where my eyes can see | |
| Put ain’t gon see yo death like a prophecy | |
| See I’m a rolling stone ‘cus of my rock star life | |
| You a rolling in stone ‘cus you get rocks, throw a pipe | |
| If money do the talkin my hoe wussup | |
| When my star goes up yours cold, plummets | |
| Work em like ginger oh yea | |
| I kill em like Blanco | |
| I’m talkin wake up 5 OJ and then go cop me a bronco | |
| (Hook) | |
| I’m just doing what I’m supposed to be doing | |
| While I’m doing that you supposed be doing | |
| Same things so you can go all the way through it | |
| But you ain’t doing that ‘cus you hope that we going to bed | |
| But believe me there ain’t no way | |
| Just hate me while I’m livin the life | |
| Hate me while I’m livin the life | |
| Yea I be going hard, hard, hard | |
| Hard, hard, hard |
| Verse | |
| I' m wired, let' s start a fire | |
| Might choke a out with a barbed wire | |
| My attire say umpire | |
| Whole lot of wealth I' ve acquired | |
| But for now I' ll kick off the newbies | |
| Barefooted and I' m let off the doogies | |
| Money goes but this middle finger won' t | |
| So I finger the world and get my middle finger on | |
| F down, insane so the list | |
| Flip the coupe, to you the same | |
| My slit game here like I' m too busy | |
| Swallow as if you know who with the caine | |
| See I got more nuts than payday | |
| Who mother? Come better pay me | |
| Head first like I skydive in it | |
| And you know what it is when I drive by' s in it | |
| Money money, money money | |
| Where the my money | |
| Diamond, diamond, you know what what' s coming | |
| The way my crew cut, they be at yo necks | |
| Like a crew cut and you be at yo best | |
| When it' s two left, but we don' t get | |
| We don' t get , that' s when I shoot up | |
| Hook | |
| I' m just doing what I' m supposed to be doing | |
| While I' m doing that you supposed be doing | |
| Same things so you can go all the way through it | |
| But you ain' t doing that ' cus you hope that we going to bed | |
| But believe me there ain' t no way | |
| Just hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Yea I be going hard, hard, hard | |
| Hard, hard, hard | |
| Verse | |
| When was struggling I was overseas hustling | |
| I been overseas doubling | |
| Now I' m over these customs in | |
| ' Cus my ovaries bubbling | |
| Tired of burping these | |
| I see my work in these | |
| Can' t see my worth in these | |
| Hold up, I get it now | |
| I' ll never let another fake give me pounds | |
| So that' s just the kind I could throw, well my s will flip | |
| My s are trips, they as the s | |
| Straight assholes when they burstin off | |
| And you go break yo neck like bust a call | |
| So put yo hands where my eyes can see | |
| Put ain' t gon see yo death like a prophecy | |
| See I' m a rolling stone ' cus of my rock star life | |
| You a rolling in stone ' cus you get rocks, throw a pipe | |
| If money do the talkin my hoe wussup | |
| When my star goes up yours cold, plummets | |
| Work em like ginger oh yea | |
| I kill em like Blanco | |
| I' m talkin wake up 5 OJ and then go cop me a bronco | |
| Hook | |
| I' m just doing what I' m supposed to be doing | |
| While I' m doing that you supposed be doing | |
| Same things so you can go all the way through it | |
| But you ain' t doing that ' cus you hope that we going to bed | |
| But believe me there ain' t no way | |
| Just hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Yea I be going hard, hard, hard | |
| Hard, hard, hard |
| Verse | |
| I' m wired, let' s start a fire | |
| Might choke a out with a barbed wire | |
| My attire say umpire | |
| Whole lot of wealth I' ve acquired | |
| But for now I' ll kick off the newbies | |
| Barefooted and I' m let off the doogies | |
| Money goes but this middle finger won' t | |
| So I finger the world and get my middle finger on | |
| F down, insane so the list | |
| Flip the coupe, to you the same | |
| My slit game here like I' m too busy | |
| Swallow as if you know who with the caine | |
| See I got more nuts than payday | |
| Who mother? Come better pay me | |
| Head first like I skydive in it | |
| And you know what it is when I drive by' s in it | |
| Money money, money money | |
| Where the my money | |
| Diamond, diamond, you know what what' s coming | |
| The way my crew cut, they be at yo necks | |
| Like a crew cut and you be at yo best | |
| When it' s two left, but we don' t get | |
| We don' t get , that' s when I shoot up | |
| Hook | |
| I' m just doing what I' m supposed to be doing | |
| While I' m doing that you supposed be doing | |
| Same things so you can go all the way through it | |
| But you ain' t doing that ' cus you hope that we going to bed | |
| But believe me there ain' t no way | |
| Just hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Yea I be going hard, hard, hard | |
| Hard, hard, hard | |
| Verse | |
| When was struggling I was overseas hustling | |
| I been overseas doubling | |
| Now I' m over these customs in | |
| ' Cus my ovaries bubbling | |
| Tired of burping these | |
| I see my work in these | |
| Can' t see my worth in these | |
| Hold up, I get it now | |
| I' ll never let another fake give me pounds | |
| So that' s just the kind I could throw, well my s will flip | |
| My s are trips, they as the s | |
| Straight assholes when they burstin off | |
| And you go break yo neck like bust a call | |
| So put yo hands where my eyes can see | |
| Put ain' t gon see yo death like a prophecy | |
| See I' m a rolling stone ' cus of my rock star life | |
| You a rolling in stone ' cus you get rocks, throw a pipe | |
| If money do the talkin my hoe wussup | |
| When my star goes up yours cold, plummets | |
| Work em like ginger oh yea | |
| I kill em like Blanco | |
| I' m talkin wake up 5 OJ and then go cop me a bronco | |
| Hook | |
| I' m just doing what I' m supposed to be doing | |
| While I' m doing that you supposed be doing | |
| Same things so you can go all the way through it | |
| But you ain' t doing that ' cus you hope that we going to bed | |
| But believe me there ain' t no way | |
| Just hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Hate me while I' m livin the life | |
| Yea I be going hard, hard, hard | |
| Hard, hard, hard |