MONEY GOBLIN FREESTYLE

I was riding with the top down
I had to let it up
This glock sit in my right hand
That k lay in my trunk
Got a few bands in my luh pockets
My niggas ran it up
Got my Dusse in my cup
Boyz Backpack rolling up
This shit sticky got me stuck
Dont you up it if yeen gon bust
That ain Molly that's just dust
Baking soda mixed with crust
Pretty toes yea that's a plus
Say you want me but aint no us
Cause my mind is filled with lust
5'5 a pretty lil thug
If she wanna kiss might give a hug
Get Dmassey off that bug
Cause these crackers
Not showing no love
When i was broke i was not happy
I'm tryna get mad rich
When you first start touching bands
You attract a bad bitch
I outgrew that groupie love
That shit so ratchet
Whole 3.5 in my wood can you match it
Yea my shit fat but it's a solo
You cant hit it
Smokin big woods
Have ya staring at the ceiling
Don't need to pop no pills
If you do den you a fein
That indoor ain gas you call it Za
We call that green
She thick and she red
And i just wanna get in between
I got socials n meds
She check that shit we come back clean
We just hit for dem bands
The plug buss it down in 3
The plug buss it down in 3 ways
Almost 23 fa my birthday
I want 3 k's
Bad bitch keep getting in my head
So i just call ha Daze
Free my cousin locked in that cell
He cant keep count his days
Bro just got a long way home
Cause he had bounty ways
Can't tell a nigga what i be on
So i just illustrate
Wonder why these niggas went snooze
Cause they was built to hate
Hit em wit dem 7.62s
They come up out the k

They come up out the k
Don't want nomore love
I only fuck with who just fuck with me
Always kept it real im to loyal
You know wassup wit me
All my niggas dogs tryna eat
Like where the pedigree
If you aint talking money lil nigga
Then what you tellng me



Credits
Writer(s): Broderick Strong
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