Letra da Música L.A. Money de Alma

Kiss you goodbye
Don't start to cry
Girl, comfort me, oh
I gotta win
I gotta run
They are after me, oh

It's not about you
Ooh, it's not about you
Ooh, it's about me
I'm wanted, baby
Most wanted, baby

All these bitches want something from me
Got me fucked up on La money
Fake ass fiction, saying that they love me
Oh

They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am

My famous friends forgot again
That everybody dies
What's happening is not what you see
All the pictures lie, yeah

It's not about you
Ooh, it's not about you
Ooh, it's about me
I'm wanted, baby
Most wanted, baby

All these bitches want something from me
Got me fucked up on La money
Fake ass fiction, saying that they love me
Oh

They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am

Look at us
Young miracles
Got our faces on the billboards
Look at us
Never going home
Yeah

All these bitches want something from me
Got me fucked up, got me fucked up
La money
Fake ass fiction, saying that they love me
Oh

They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am
They don't even know who I am

(All these bitches want something from me)