Raw
(Hit the boulevard, goin' hard, I be on the job)
M.D.B (I can't take a loss, watch your mouth and the way you talk)
(Hit the boulevard, goin' hard, I be on the job)
Uh Um (I can't take a loss, watch your mouth and the way you talk)
Yea
Hit the boulevard, I been goin' hard
I don't see shit stoppin', nigga, fuck a menopause
I been standin' on the law, one car, two doors
Hit a button, drive sport, fast lane, crash course
In my way, kudos, wrist been on wooden floors
Diamonds wet, like I'm doin' dishes, this is not a chore
Hustle hard, now I stand on business on my tippy toes
Swipin' cards, I don't even know which one I wanna use
Money bag, I ain't lookin' in it less I'm seein' blues
Duffel bag, boy, I won't count it less I'm countin' blues
Hundred bands, boy, bet I see that shit 'fore twenty-two
Off your ass, boy, cause we got to get this money, too
She a bad one, and she wear her hair colorful
And her ass plump, she a handful, plentiful
Run them bands up, now my pockets lookin' hungry, too
Run them bands up, now my pockets lookin' hella full
Broke the Backwood, now I'm smokin' on that medical
Keep it
Don't make it federal
Niggas know I'm rollin' on the beat just like a pedal do
They know when they hearin' M.D.B, this shit a banger, too
Nigga better not try and run up on me, he better blow it, too
Told him better stop actin' like it's beef before you lose a tooth
Told him better keep that shit from me before I lose my cool
Told they ass to keep that shit a hundred, keep it to the rule
They don't know a nigga know a lot, I learned a lot at school
Showed me that it's always time to play and then it's time to work
They know when I hop up on the beat, a nigga goin' berserk
Told her when her ass come around me, she better wear a skirt
Told her when she throw that fuckin' ass, she better make it hurt
They know that I'm higher than a bitch, I'm high as Captain Kirk
Told me that she like my fuckin' tats, she said "take off your shirt"
They know that I love them fuckin' checks, I love the way they flirt
They know that this shit from out the mud, this shit from out the dirt
They know when I press a fuckin' button, make this bitch go skirt
Told him that I'm rollin' up this honey, this shit not no Perk
Lately I've been stackin' up this money, I'm feelin' unbothered
Don't you fuckin' text me less it's Money, fuck do you be wantin?
Broke a Backwood, I stuck my thumb in, stuffed with marijuana
They don't know I'm hoppin' on these beats like I did it on purpose
They don't know I'm fuckin' on these beats like the bitch was a virgin
M.D.B (I can't take a loss, watch your mouth and the way you talk)
(Hit the boulevard, goin' hard, I be on the job)
Uh Um (I can't take a loss, watch your mouth and the way you talk)
Yea
Hit the boulevard, I been goin' hard
I don't see shit stoppin', nigga, fuck a menopause
I been standin' on the law, one car, two doors
Hit a button, drive sport, fast lane, crash course
In my way, kudos, wrist been on wooden floors
Diamonds wet, like I'm doin' dishes, this is not a chore
Hustle hard, now I stand on business on my tippy toes
Swipin' cards, I don't even know which one I wanna use
Money bag, I ain't lookin' in it less I'm seein' blues
Duffel bag, boy, I won't count it less I'm countin' blues
Hundred bands, boy, bet I see that shit 'fore twenty-two
Off your ass, boy, cause we got to get this money, too
She a bad one, and she wear her hair colorful
And her ass plump, she a handful, plentiful
Run them bands up, now my pockets lookin' hungry, too
Run them bands up, now my pockets lookin' hella full
Broke the Backwood, now I'm smokin' on that medical
Keep it
Don't make it federal
Niggas know I'm rollin' on the beat just like a pedal do
They know when they hearin' M.D.B, this shit a banger, too
Nigga better not try and run up on me, he better blow it, too
Told him better stop actin' like it's beef before you lose a tooth
Told him better keep that shit from me before I lose my cool
Told they ass to keep that shit a hundred, keep it to the rule
They don't know a nigga know a lot, I learned a lot at school
Showed me that it's always time to play and then it's time to work
They know when I hop up on the beat, a nigga goin' berserk
Told her when her ass come around me, she better wear a skirt
Told her when she throw that fuckin' ass, she better make it hurt
They know that I'm higher than a bitch, I'm high as Captain Kirk
Told me that she like my fuckin' tats, she said "take off your shirt"
They know that I love them fuckin' checks, I love the way they flirt
They know that this shit from out the mud, this shit from out the dirt
They know when I press a fuckin' button, make this bitch go skirt
Told him that I'm rollin' up this honey, this shit not no Perk
Lately I've been stackin' up this money, I'm feelin' unbothered
Don't you fuckin' text me less it's Money, fuck do you be wantin?
Broke a Backwood, I stuck my thumb in, stuffed with marijuana
They don't know I'm hoppin' on these beats like I did it on purpose
They don't know I'm fuckin' on these beats like the bitch was a virgin
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Writer(s): Anthony Drain Jr.
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