Money Rock [feat. JeefKeef] (Bonus Track)

This ain't a milly rock this a money dance
Got your bitch on my cock, she was fucking like a fan
Got 80 of them bands glock make em dance gun too heavy
Sag my pants had em running like the wind
Tommy cross my head setting trends going too fast
Got the wheels bent
High speed chase
Police race
Eat these bullets how it taste
5 O get away
Talking reckless finna put em in the grave

Bands bands bands all I think about is commas
30's and the 380's all I think about is choppas
Finna get this money give it right to my mama
Playing with the chicken you can meet all the shottas
Bands bands bands all I think about is commas
30's and the 380's all I think about is choppas
Finna get this money give it right to my mama
Playing with the chicken you can meet all the shottas

I need a check, I need some neck, come give a shake
Driving with the top down, throttle pulled my way
Yes I meant reverse so back that ass up in my face
Better take it all don't want no food to go to waste
My dick is hella sick as if the shaft of it is laced
Swallow my kids like a pill and tell me how it taste
Do it all again just like a copy and a paste
Put the whole motherfucking clip to her face

Bands bands bands all I think about is commas
30's and the 380's all I think about is choppas
Finna get this money give it right to my mama
Playing with the chicken you can meet all the shottas
Bands bands bands all I think about is commas
30's and the 380's all I think about is choppas
Finna get this money give it right to my mama
Playing with the chicken you can meet all the shottas