Lil Vlone - Wrong Choices Lyrics

I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed
I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed
It's not gone take the pain away
By popping all these meds
I know we lost a lot people
Rest in peace that's dead
All the fallen angels
That's watching over my head
I don't need no friends
When I just count up the dead
I be with my people
Not fucking with lil shawty
She not a freak hoe
You can keep them nats
I rather count up this bankroll
Spanish I mean peso
She said i'ma a-hole
They way I never text her
Cuz I be in the studio
And it go on and on
Smoking on that gas
Yeah this that strong
Not playing on these song tho
I know it's been so long
Yeah, I'm in my bag where I belong
I be rocking "Vlone"
Lil mama want that pipe
So then I took her home
Had to buss the right
Cause I can't trust these hoes
Put myself on game
So I know she a shone
You know I can't bring that home
You gotta know what's right
When wrong choices in ya head
I just wanna hop on flights
And catch some "Zs" on my bed
Yeah I just gave her pipe
She open up them legs
You only live one life
So just enjoy it till ya dead
I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed
I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed

I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed
I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed
It's not gone take the pain away
By popping all these meds
I know we lost a lot people
Rest in peace that's dead
All the fallen angels
That's watching over my head
I don't need no friends
When I just count up the dead
I be with my people
Not fucking with lil shawty
She not a freak hoe
You can keep them nats
I rather count up this bankroll
Spanish I mean peso
She said i'ma a-hole
They way I never text her
Cuz I be in the studio
And it go on and on
Smoking on that gas
Yeah this that strong
Not playing on these song tho
I know it's been so long
Yeah, I'm in my bag where I belong
I be rocking "Vlone"
Lil mama want that pipe
So then I took her home
Had to buss the right
Cause I can't trust these hoes
Put myself on game
So I know she a shone
You know I can't bring that home
You gotta know what's right
When wrong choices in ya head
I just wanna hop on flights
And catch some "Zs" on my bed
Yeah I just gave her pipe
She open up them legs
You only live one life
So just enjoy it till ya dead
I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed
I be making wrong choices
Messing up my head
I just wanna count the cash
The money I'm a spread
And don't you even hit my phone
If not about the bread
Momma I'm a make it for all them tears
That you done shed