MOOD.
Dust off my kicks
I'mma go hop in the wraith
I wanna sip dirty Fanta
I'mma go cop me some Bape
Buy ya bitch clothes like I'm Santa
Girl you gonn' hop on my face
Licking you up, I'm romantic
Keep tryna cuff I don't date
Stuck to me like you a cancer
Shaking that ass on my face like that bitch be a dancer
Oooooo, shawty got me feelin' things
I know she really fuckin with my mood
Playin' with my head
She got me fucked, up
Fuck it
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
Everyday wakin' up with a new bitch man I'm feelin' so hazy
Shots of tequila, 11am that shit making my day
I pop me a pill cause it's takin away all the pain like I'm aching
Hit up new girl on the gram
Yuh, I invite her to stay
Uh yuh, ya man he ain't shit to me
Uh, uhhh yuh
He askin' bout Tiffany
Uh, yuhhh yuh
I told him not to talk to me
Uh, yuhhhh yuh
Cause I be busy fuckin on his girl
She treatin' my uh like her property
Oooooo
Shawty fuckin with my mood
Shawty fuckin with my mood
Shawty fuckin with my mood
Fuck it see ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
I get my money in gold
I get my money and leave
I keep my wheels on the road
I get my money in threes
Audemars gotta go
I put my money in T's
Bought a bitch some new titties
I put my money in D's
Diamonds they sunny like D
Man made a wave
Now niggas coming with me
Now bitches coming with me
She pay for the D
I am not coming for free
I just been running and gunning these bitch niggas down
Trust me these niggas is clowns
Feel like I run the whole town
Just like I'm Forrest
Trust me young nigga is scoring
Trust me you niggas is boring
They'll never get when I hit jeweller and cop me baguettes
The whip is so wet, the paint is candy, it's foreign
Came in the building with the purse dealers
Shooters with me trynna murk niggas
I pulled up trynna hurt niggas
Even when I come in last I'm the first nigga
Fuck it see ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
I was swimming
I was winning
All these women
Want my children
Cause I been been
Water bending
Make her wet wet
Now she drowning
On my way down
I had to buckle it down
Changing the sound
Yeah they fuck with me now
Gimme the guap
Pay me in cash or link the account
Niggas be mad, nothing to do but they running they mouth
Yeah I got bars
Cutting it up like a scar
Play with your bitch like guitar
She kiss me she call me a star
She suckin' on me in the car
Fuck in the back
She bringin' it back
She touchin' my sack
My girlie the baddest
Yeah she so bad like my habbits
Feelin' so good tho, I just gotta have it
She flexible, cat woman, like Zoe Kravitz
She look like a model, I'll take her to Paris
She lookin' so good, all the girlies embarrassed
Yeah she's the sexiest, there no comparison
Yeah this my life, ain't bein' arrogant
Ballin' and Poppin', don't care 'bout my elegance
Fuck with my mood, you fuck with my element
Won't really care cause your ass is irrelevant
Fuck it see ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
I'mma go hop in the wraith
I wanna sip dirty Fanta
I'mma go cop me some Bape
Buy ya bitch clothes like I'm Santa
Girl you gonn' hop on my face
Licking you up, I'm romantic
Keep tryna cuff I don't date
Stuck to me like you a cancer
Shaking that ass on my face like that bitch be a dancer
Oooooo, shawty got me feelin' things
I know she really fuckin with my mood
Playin' with my head
She got me fucked, up
Fuck it
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
Everyday wakin' up with a new bitch man I'm feelin' so hazy
Shots of tequila, 11am that shit making my day
I pop me a pill cause it's takin away all the pain like I'm aching
Hit up new girl on the gram
Yuh, I invite her to stay
Uh yuh, ya man he ain't shit to me
Uh, uhhh yuh
He askin' bout Tiffany
Uh, yuhhh yuh
I told him not to talk to me
Uh, yuhhhh yuh
Cause I be busy fuckin on his girl
She treatin' my uh like her property
Oooooo
Shawty fuckin with my mood
Shawty fuckin with my mood
Shawty fuckin with my mood
Fuck it see ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
I get my money in gold
I get my money and leave
I keep my wheels on the road
I get my money in threes
Audemars gotta go
I put my money in T's
Bought a bitch some new titties
I put my money in D's
Diamonds they sunny like D
Man made a wave
Now niggas coming with me
Now bitches coming with me
She pay for the D
I am not coming for free
I just been running and gunning these bitch niggas down
Trust me these niggas is clowns
Feel like I run the whole town
Just like I'm Forrest
Trust me young nigga is scoring
Trust me you niggas is boring
They'll never get when I hit jeweller and cop me baguettes
The whip is so wet, the paint is candy, it's foreign
Came in the building with the purse dealers
Shooters with me trynna murk niggas
I pulled up trynna hurt niggas
Even when I come in last I'm the first nigga
Fuck it see ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
I was swimming
I was winning
All these women
Want my children
Cause I been been
Water bending
Make her wet wet
Now she drowning
On my way down
I had to buckle it down
Changing the sound
Yeah they fuck with me now
Gimme the guap
Pay me in cash or link the account
Niggas be mad, nothing to do but they running they mouth
Yeah I got bars
Cutting it up like a scar
Play with your bitch like guitar
She kiss me she call me a star
She suckin' on me in the car
Fuck in the back
She bringin' it back
She touchin' my sack
My girlie the baddest
Yeah she so bad like my habbits
Feelin' so good tho, I just gotta have it
She flexible, cat woman, like Zoe Kravitz
She look like a model, I'll take her to Paris
She lookin' so good, all the girlies embarrassed
Yeah she's the sexiest, there no comparison
Yeah this my life, ain't bein' arrogant
Ballin' and Poppin', don't care 'bout my elegance
Fuck with my mood, you fuck with my element
Won't really care cause your ass is irrelevant
Fuck it see ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper
See ya later, later, later
Get this paper, paper, paper yuh
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Writer(s): Zefaan Kanwar
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