Money Red (demo)

Body the bitch
Take her to Rick
(I bought her new Rick)
(I bought her new bag)
(Margiela the mask)

I'm fighting, I'm fighting
I'm fighting, yea
I'm fighting myself, yea
I can't see, yea, no one else
I'm fighting, I'm fighting
I'm fighting, yea
I'm fighting myself, yea
I can't see, yea, outside myself
I'm shooting at niggas & opps
Ooo they mad? I'm on the blocc
When I rap it's pop, not hop, yea
I'm fighting, I'm fighting
I'm fighting, yea
Kung fu grip, yea
Back on the blocc
Ooo yea
With a sticc, yea

Money red
What that mean? I kill for bread
Drop it low when you aim it at a nigga head
Ragtime on a bitch
Make em dance, jazz hands
Purple pants, man I feel like Prince
The way I throw shade on a bitch
I can't see no one else
I can't see outside myself
She only see below my belt, yea
She look at my shoes (Kill, yea)
She look at my face (Yea, yea)
At least she know, yea, a nigga's paid, yea

Bare minimum shit, yea
Bare minimum bitch, yea
Only want dick (Cool)
Bare minimum shit, yea
Bare minimum bitch, yea
Only want dick, yea
Fuck my feelings and shit
Ain't no top cuz we cut it
Yeaaaaa
(Skrt skrt)
(Yea, yea)
(Yoooooom)
Ain't no top cuz we cut it
Yeaaaaa
(Skrt skrt)
(Yea, yea)
(Yoooooom)

I'm shooting
I'm shooting
I'm shooting
I'm flexing on the blocc
While these niggas flop
God Damn, yea
I'm fighting, I'm fighting
I'm fighting, yea
I'm fighting myself, yea
I can't see, yea, no one else, yea
Money red
What that mean? I kill for bread, yea
Drop it low when you aimin' at a nigga head
Ragtime on a bitch
Make em dance, jazz hands, yea

Purple pants, I feel like Prince
Purple pants, I feel like Prince
Purple pants, I feel like Prince
Purple pants, I feel like Prince
Purple pants, I feel like Prince



Credits
Writer(s): Clyde Davis Iii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link