Money Mission
On a money mission
Been gone for a minute
Girl I hope you get it
Really hope you get it
On a money mission
Be back in a minute
Girl I hope you get it
I really hope you get it
Define ride or die I'll die for my bride no if ands or buts uh huh
Define on the side tryna replace my bride bitch what uh uh
Define on the side that's the grind for me and mine it's really what's inside uh huh
Bring it home arod that bitch don't miss ya pitch I switch hit the shit hey
Uh huh uh huh
We Trap out the garage
See
Money on the table like we eat the shit for breakfast and ready for the next one hey
They block they in the way a doomsday they pray for me and sweet Anna Mae ok
They see whips obey and see seconds and thirds just sitting on a tray
Ok
Bonnie and clide we ain't gone break
Ya fake as clay Uncle Tommy like I'm golden state
I'm clay with a J
I frost like flakes
Straight and Smooth like golden drapes
Leave like holding rakes
I'm hard like frozen grapes
Oh for sakes please go away
Hands tied hold the tape
So away hold ya breaks or hold ya face
That's my bae
She gone slay
We ain't gone break
Just stay awake
On a money mission
Been gone for a minute
Girl I hope you get it
Really hope you get it
On a money mission
Be back in a minute
Girl I hope you get it
I really hope you get it
Been gone for a minute
Girl I hope you get it
Really hope you get it
On a money mission
Be back in a minute
Girl I hope you get it
I really hope you get it
Define ride or die I'll die for my bride no if ands or buts uh huh
Define on the side tryna replace my bride bitch what uh uh
Define on the side that's the grind for me and mine it's really what's inside uh huh
Bring it home arod that bitch don't miss ya pitch I switch hit the shit hey
Uh huh uh huh
We Trap out the garage
See
Money on the table like we eat the shit for breakfast and ready for the next one hey
They block they in the way a doomsday they pray for me and sweet Anna Mae ok
They see whips obey and see seconds and thirds just sitting on a tray
Ok
Bonnie and clide we ain't gone break
Ya fake as clay Uncle Tommy like I'm golden state
I'm clay with a J
I frost like flakes
Straight and Smooth like golden drapes
Leave like holding rakes
I'm hard like frozen grapes
Oh for sakes please go away
Hands tied hold the tape
So away hold ya breaks or hold ya face
That's my bae
She gone slay
We ain't gone break
Just stay awake
On a money mission
Been gone for a minute
Girl I hope you get it
Really hope you get it
On a money mission
Be back in a minute
Girl I hope you get it
I really hope you get it
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Writer(s): Jacob Wilson
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