Mood
Fuck out the way
When I'm in a mood
Shawty gon hit that lil dance
When she make it move
If it's up then it's stuck
How could I lose
You either ridin or not
But you gotta choose
You gotta choose
Most these niggas they be sleepin on me
So you know I had to hit the snooze
Hit the plug like what it do
Cause I gotta move
Then we went from mad money
To sad money cause now all the hundreds blue
And I'm Rollin the Runtz
And it gotta punch
It's hittin like mike
And I see ya bitch lookin
And she could get took
And I really just might
And I Brought the whole team in
We Riding like demons
Pop out in the nIght
Stack it up the ceiling
We not catchin feelings
We only catch flights yea
And I said that I know I know that I am the one they not fuckin with
I had to learn the game just to start runnin it
Ain't about money then we not discussin it
Those My day ones
Those be the same niggas I'm runnin with
When it goes down they the ones that I'm coming with
Just checked the score and I'm bouta start uppin it
Fuck out the way
When I'm in a mood
Shawty gon hit that lil dance
When she make it move
If it's up then it's stuck
How could I lose
You either ridin or not
But you gotta choose
So fuck out the way
Cause you between me and the pay
And you know I get it pronto
Cause if you ain't talking bout money when talking to me de que tamo hablando
Cause we know that money talks and the bull Shìt esta caminando
She lovin the drip saw my neck and my wrist
And she know that my shit ta bailando
Whoa and I'm finna slide
Soon as I step in I'm settin the vibe
Niggas to choosy they can't pick a side
Word to my ma
You not one of the guys
Only trust the ones that be by my side
Cause niggas be cappin and bitches they lie
Yea yea
Had to transition the vision and focus on wealth
Can't fuck with you all
You know the Circle so small
Sometimes I just talk to myself
But now the success
That just be karma for all of the ones who ain't give me no help
Now bread ain't a thang
Splitting the money with only the gang
And nobody else
Fuck out the way
When I'm in a mood
Shawty gon hit that lil dance
When she make it move
If it's up then it's stuck
How could I lose
You either ridin or not
But you gotta choose
When I'm in a mood
Shawty gon hit that lil dance
When she make it move
If it's up then it's stuck
How could I lose
You either ridin or not
But you gotta choose
You gotta choose
Most these niggas they be sleepin on me
So you know I had to hit the snooze
Hit the plug like what it do
Cause I gotta move
Then we went from mad money
To sad money cause now all the hundreds blue
And I'm Rollin the Runtz
And it gotta punch
It's hittin like mike
And I see ya bitch lookin
And she could get took
And I really just might
And I Brought the whole team in
We Riding like demons
Pop out in the nIght
Stack it up the ceiling
We not catchin feelings
We only catch flights yea
And I said that I know I know that I am the one they not fuckin with
I had to learn the game just to start runnin it
Ain't about money then we not discussin it
Those My day ones
Those be the same niggas I'm runnin with
When it goes down they the ones that I'm coming with
Just checked the score and I'm bouta start uppin it
Fuck out the way
When I'm in a mood
Shawty gon hit that lil dance
When she make it move
If it's up then it's stuck
How could I lose
You either ridin or not
But you gotta choose
So fuck out the way
Cause you between me and the pay
And you know I get it pronto
Cause if you ain't talking bout money when talking to me de que tamo hablando
Cause we know that money talks and the bull Shìt esta caminando
She lovin the drip saw my neck and my wrist
And she know that my shit ta bailando
Whoa and I'm finna slide
Soon as I step in I'm settin the vibe
Niggas to choosy they can't pick a side
Word to my ma
You not one of the guys
Only trust the ones that be by my side
Cause niggas be cappin and bitches they lie
Yea yea
Had to transition the vision and focus on wealth
Can't fuck with you all
You know the Circle so small
Sometimes I just talk to myself
But now the success
That just be karma for all of the ones who ain't give me no help
Now bread ain't a thang
Splitting the money with only the gang
And nobody else
Fuck out the way
When I'm in a mood
Shawty gon hit that lil dance
When she make it move
If it's up then it's stuck
How could I lose
You either ridin or not
But you gotta choose
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Valera
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