Money Bags

Uh
Just got done my mixtape, uh
Just got done my mixtape, uh
Just got done my mixtape, uh
Just got done my mixtape, uh
Just got done my mixtape, uh
Just got done my mixtapes
It only took 6 takes
In the sun, let my wrist bake
Oh wait, mistake
Got the racks, gone need a big rake
Global Warming on the way for shits sake
Music floating on icloud
Fam see me, they like i'm proud
It's my time to shine now
Haven't ate in a day
Last time i tried was may
Graduated, call me the big fish
Keep a R.I.C.O on me, Like i ate a fish stick
Feeling like Meek in his prime
I got teeth, and they grind
Sheets full of wine
Who is me?
Let's rewind
Ain't even got the time
Freestyle when i want
Shorty rolling up my blunt
Write when i stunt
Smoking off the runts
Hungry, what's for lunch?

She was kinky
Call her Keke or Cece
She can't please me
She a FEFE, Ryan Higa, TeeHee
She was lazy, call her kitty, Katy
Bring her to the city lately
But she won't date me
but i got my 80, won't use it
Rappers toting guns, are you stupid?
Got my Ruger, Steve Nash a real shooter
Big yitties, hooters
OVO, i'm keeping a drake
OVO, i'm keeping a drake

Ok Keke you know you fuck with CC
Expose the title
Pop the kitty, just to expose it
Run around my city fresh as Satan
Ran a mile, just to make you smile
Wonderful world we live in
666 flip it around
Clowned a thot act like I ain't notice
Antisocial me
Antisocial club, wearing Vlone,
Cause i like to stay alone
I'll aim two at ya dome
All those fake ass smiles around me
I don't need them around me
Ran a mile just for your love
I don't do lovey dovey, ok
Shower thots coming out pretty soon
I got your bitch wet, i can put a bet on that
My heart been broke too many times, im sorry
Your sister loves to lick dick its okay mister
I been tryna dodge the system
Johnny Phantom going ghost
Dated a thot
Put a red dot on me
All she wanted was a head shot
Like ketchup
But you need to catch up
First shot, shotta live going live
How you rob your own mans
You don't need that
I had to get it on my own time
Credit score amazing on my own time
Had to come with a stick
Your sister loves sucking dick, its okay mister
Dismiss her pass her, dismissed imma pass
I didn't mean to pray better days
I ain't pay for these baguettes, on these days

Don't text me
I hate my email, damn
Not Gmail, but AOL
Team tailed
I got a new phone
Keep yo booking up
I ain't booking wit yo tone
Booking wit yo tone
You loud as fuck, damn
Keep it a buck
You ain't making a song with me
I'm charging a big hefty fee
So, if you can pay that
Fucked on yo bitch
And she lay back on the team
That's the only way you gone pay back
8,000 a song
8,000 switching up a song, like a baton
Fuck yo bitch, i got 9 sons
Damn, why am i so thirsty?
She so thirsty, for my milk, damn
All the drink, i done spilt, damn
I done spilt



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Hady
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link