Money Mission
Yeah
Luxury Music
Yeah, yeah, uh
Huh yeah
Huh, huh
On a money mission, I can't stop until I get it
Need it quick, in an instant, yeah woah
Always striving I'm persistent, yeah woah
I get to tripping my nigga I'm with it
My nigga I'm handling business
Top of the pillar feel like Percy Miller
My nigga my card got No Limit
Riding on us
Niggas be acting they ain't with the static boy they ain't on none
I'm on a paper trail for real, lil boy I follow the funds
I slice a loaf, no crumbs
Pockets they on me bun
Rocks on the Ricks, they dunks
Swear on my soul can't tuck my tail, bitch I never run
Speak from the chest my lungs, ha
Yeah, aye
Aim it at your head boy, try it watch I bless him
Nigga you gon need some blessings playing with the reverend
I got me some new hoes, promise I ain't stressing
Better know your lesson
You a bitch, you know that and confessed it
You a snitch, you know that and confessed it
You's a bitch ha
What's the problem
You a snitch, I know what's really wrong with you
Little nigga you a bitch
I just pulled up with a P90, yes little nigga a candlestick
I just came up with your bitch little nigga
And just way too fucking lit
Yeah I'm off Teremana made her drive the boat
Baby we was going all in
I can't trust a snake, niggas moving fake
They was never really my kin
So I sit back cause I'm off the drugs nigga I was popping narcotics
Came up in this bitch I'm doing my thing
I'm looking like really what's the problem
These ones just talk about me they hate me cause I be stuck in my dollars
They wouldn't even try cause they already know I pull out that Pippi Longstocking
No, no dropped in, in this bitch I don't want her she slow, slow
I just pulled out my diamonds, they hitting like froze-oze
I just came in the car and whip it slow, slow
She wanna fuck on me okay lets go, go
Riding around with a lil hoe, let's get that pole. pole
I know I'm getting rich, I'm never going poor, poor
I need a cup, need pour, pour
Fuck nigga might get exposed-sposed
Exposed-osed
Taking my percs I'm slow, slow
I'm off the drugs, I'm off fasho-sho
She just wanna fuck on me, let's go, go
Luxury Music
Yeah, yeah, uh
Huh yeah
Huh, huh
On a money mission, I can't stop until I get it
Need it quick, in an instant, yeah woah
Always striving I'm persistent, yeah woah
I get to tripping my nigga I'm with it
My nigga I'm handling business
Top of the pillar feel like Percy Miller
My nigga my card got No Limit
Riding on us
Niggas be acting they ain't with the static boy they ain't on none
I'm on a paper trail for real, lil boy I follow the funds
I slice a loaf, no crumbs
Pockets they on me bun
Rocks on the Ricks, they dunks
Swear on my soul can't tuck my tail, bitch I never run
Speak from the chest my lungs, ha
Yeah, aye
Aim it at your head boy, try it watch I bless him
Nigga you gon need some blessings playing with the reverend
I got me some new hoes, promise I ain't stressing
Better know your lesson
You a bitch, you know that and confessed it
You a snitch, you know that and confessed it
You's a bitch ha
What's the problem
You a snitch, I know what's really wrong with you
Little nigga you a bitch
I just pulled up with a P90, yes little nigga a candlestick
I just came up with your bitch little nigga
And just way too fucking lit
Yeah I'm off Teremana made her drive the boat
Baby we was going all in
I can't trust a snake, niggas moving fake
They was never really my kin
So I sit back cause I'm off the drugs nigga I was popping narcotics
Came up in this bitch I'm doing my thing
I'm looking like really what's the problem
These ones just talk about me they hate me cause I be stuck in my dollars
They wouldn't even try cause they already know I pull out that Pippi Longstocking
No, no dropped in, in this bitch I don't want her she slow, slow
I just pulled out my diamonds, they hitting like froze-oze
I just came in the car and whip it slow, slow
She wanna fuck on me okay lets go, go
Riding around with a lil hoe, let's get that pole. pole
I know I'm getting rich, I'm never going poor, poor
I need a cup, need pour, pour
Fuck nigga might get exposed-sposed
Exposed-osed
Taking my percs I'm slow, slow
I'm off the drugs, I'm off fasho-sho
She just wanna fuck on me, let's go, go
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Writer(s): Shaheed Finn
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