Mozzarella
(D.A. Got that dope)
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah-yeah, woah, yeah-yeah, ayy, yeah-yeah, ayy
Ayo-ya, ayy, woo, woo, ayy, yo-ya
Woo, ayy, uh
Ayy, I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (-)
Green and red Gucci on me, feeling like the Joker (woo)
Feel like Chief Keef when I'm riding in a Rover (ayy)
I feel like I'm you every time your - come over
I'm back in the kitchen (Yeah), - on you like I'm a pigeon (yeah)
From my position, I got too many decisions (ayy, ayy)
Should I - Nina or Tina (Tina), my life like a mission
Smash your -, "911, there's been a collision", ayy, ayy
I'm losing my vision (Yeah), wrist just won't stop glistenin'
Let's - in the whip, just got the Porschе
I still got it krissin' (krissin')
Sippin' the wine, getting thе bread, feel like a Christian
-, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition
Get money, stack bread
- with me 'til I'm dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas
Yeah, I feel like that -' man
When I hop in the Rover (rover)
Yeah, I give her some band, that - is Ashoka (ashoka)
These - don't give me hand, that - bogus
I guess that I'll check it back later, now I'm out of soda (let's go)
Stood on the corner, but lotta of you - you envy me now
You ain't never show love
Man, I look at it like we treatin' - like some Maybach Kirkland
They could never see us
Turnin' - on every minute of the hour
It's daily and monthly and yearly with us
Don't hesitate to go on them pickin'
If you're playin' if you're really with us
Ayy, I wanna hear gun sounds (brr, brr)
I can hear money countin' (skrrt, skrrt), I just see bustdowns
Don't sell secrets, -, I might keep you 'round
Sound like Trump on 'em when that choppa out
Get money, stack bread (slatt, slatt, slatt)
- with me 'til I'm dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas
I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Ness
Feel like Barry Bonds, running home with that check
Call that girl Louis V slugger when she wet, yeah
I throw that -, she bounce that - back, got me blessed
I whip a Tesla with no hands, got this - on autopilot
Got your - there give me top, like she tryna start a riot (riot)
- a TV show, I got more stripes, my - exotic
Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project, but I ain't even dropped it
Woo, woo, woo
Yeah-yeah, woah, yeah-yeah, ayy, yeah-yeah, ayy
Ayo-ya, ayy, woo, woo, ayy, yo-ya
Woo, ayy, uh
Ayy, I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (-)
Green and red Gucci on me, feeling like the Joker (woo)
Feel like Chief Keef when I'm riding in a Rover (ayy)
I feel like I'm you every time your - come over
I'm back in the kitchen (Yeah), - on you like I'm a pigeon (yeah)
From my position, I got too many decisions (ayy, ayy)
Should I - Nina or Tina (Tina), my life like a mission
Smash your -, "911, there's been a collision", ayy, ayy
I'm losing my vision (Yeah), wrist just won't stop glistenin'
Let's - in the whip, just got the Porschе
I still got it krissin' (krissin')
Sippin' the wine, getting thе bread, feel like a Christian
-, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition
Get money, stack bread
- with me 'til I'm dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas
Yeah, I feel like that -' man
When I hop in the Rover (rover)
Yeah, I give her some band, that - is Ashoka (ashoka)
These - don't give me hand, that - bogus
I guess that I'll check it back later, now I'm out of soda (let's go)
Stood on the corner, but lotta of you - you envy me now
You ain't never show love
Man, I look at it like we treatin' - like some Maybach Kirkland
They could never see us
Turnin' - on every minute of the hour
It's daily and monthly and yearly with us
Don't hesitate to go on them pickin'
If you're playin' if you're really with us
Ayy, I wanna hear gun sounds (brr, brr)
I can hear money countin' (skrrt, skrrt), I just see bustdowns
Don't sell secrets, -, I might keep you 'round
Sound like Trump on 'em when that choppa out
Get money, stack bread (slatt, slatt, slatt)
- with me 'til I'm dead
Stack cheese, mozzarella
Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas
I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Ness
Feel like Barry Bonds, running home with that check
Call that girl Louis V slugger when she wet, yeah
I throw that -, she bounce that - back, got me blessed
I whip a Tesla with no hands, got this - on autopilot
Got your - there give me top, like she tryna start a riot (riot)
- a TV show, I got more stripes, my - exotic
Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project, but I ain't even dropped it
Credits
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render, David L Doman, Danny T Levin, Matthew Hauri
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