Money Mouth
(Stay)
(Smooth)
('Sino)
Hey, hey, hey
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
Party's over, find a way to make to the bitches bounce
Pay the uber for way there, got a rich amount
Wanna make it to the playoffs, I could get ya bound
Say you couldn't picture me rapping girl what you picture now
Popping up at shows, no, I don't do a lotta those
I just did my first one, crowd got a lotta hoes
But I seen you in the stands, with the sign I saw the most
Took a pic, flick up like a bic, got you on a post
That's enough of that, I'm not one to boast, aye
Still gon pop up, like you done the toast, aye
Saturday night, it been live, thank the host, aye
She callin me, you'll get a weekend update, feel like Jost, aye
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
Talking shit about me, I know y'all be on that hoeing shit
Can't be that surprised, ain't your team record 0-6
Three peat on yo head top, let it rock, we all know it is
Y'all ain't even noticing, bop to the opponent shit
Cozy in my new jacket, I heard you rapping
Stopping any music dream that you dudes having
Try to press up on me, imma send ya crew packing
In a forte, but I whip it like a new Aston
Martin
Careful when I park it
Put it in parallel, i'mma hit on every target
Whipping is a martian, pulling out a starship
Or a 323i but i'm never driving Dar shit
Nice carpet, got the car quick
Last call on some closing down the bar shit
We finna light up the town, ain't' talking arson
Causing big bangs in this bitch, Jim Parsons
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
(Smooth)
('Sino)
Hey, hey, hey
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
Party's over, find a way to make to the bitches bounce
Pay the uber for way there, got a rich amount
Wanna make it to the playoffs, I could get ya bound
Say you couldn't picture me rapping girl what you picture now
Popping up at shows, no, I don't do a lotta those
I just did my first one, crowd got a lotta hoes
But I seen you in the stands, with the sign I saw the most
Took a pic, flick up like a bic, got you on a post
That's enough of that, I'm not one to boast, aye
Still gon pop up, like you done the toast, aye
Saturday night, it been live, thank the host, aye
She callin me, you'll get a weekend update, feel like Jost, aye
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
Talking shit about me, I know y'all be on that hoeing shit
Can't be that surprised, ain't your team record 0-6
Three peat on yo head top, let it rock, we all know it is
Y'all ain't even noticing, bop to the opponent shit
Cozy in my new jacket, I heard you rapping
Stopping any music dream that you dudes having
Try to press up on me, imma send ya crew packing
In a forte, but I whip it like a new Aston
Martin
Careful when I park it
Put it in parallel, i'mma hit on every target
Whipping is a martian, pulling out a starship
Or a 323i but i'm never driving Dar shit
Nice carpet, got the car quick
Last call on some closing down the bar shit
We finna light up the town, ain't' talking arson
Causing big bangs in this bitch, Jim Parsons
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
Forget fifty, I been tryna make a hundred thou'
Hunt it down, hear the sound, got me fucking running wild
Gassed up, feel like I could run a hundred miles
Gotta pay to buss a smile, Shawty got a money mouth
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Writer(s): Harshawn B
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