Glowing
This is PetroGANG
(Shit, I'm like Wayne on the beat and shit)
BAND UP STOP PLAYIN!
M.D.B
(Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it, shit I...)
We got FinesseGod back in the booth (Might just make it)
Uh Um
We got RI$K back in the booth
(Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it, shit I might just make it)
Yea
(Might not make it)
Uh
Uh
My left wrist been glowin' up
My right wrist been frozen up
I'm rollin' that sticky stuff
My fingers been gettin' stuck
I tell 'em to pour it up
Pour it up, til I throw it up
My money been stackin' up
Stackin' up, I can't fold it up
Been countin' this paper, I swear to God I got paper cuts
This shit could get ugly, I tell 'em don't let Ms. Harley bust
Wear my chain when she fuck me
She say "this shit for the both of us"
Wear my chain when she fuck me
I tell her this shit a "One of One"
Tell 'em please do not touch me or say hello to my lil' friend
M.D.B been a monster, that nigga spit like he Eminem
Got them hoes off my roster because I ain't spendin' shit on them
Put my mother in Prada because it's me and you til the end
I just jumped in the water, ain't even knowin' that I could swim
I just spent it and bought it, I like the way that this Patek fit
I just spent it and bought it, they like the way that Ms. Harley kick
Don't be talkin' that nonsense, before I have her give you a kiss
And my diamonds a faucet, the way they drippin' all on your bitch
I been goin' retarded, I been exhausted inside the ship
Takin' off like a rocket, I had Finesseniyy tat that shit
I told my bitch she the baddest, that ain't no bitch even better than
I been all 'bout that lettuce, that navy green like a veteran
Said them demons keep knockin', somethin' keep tellin' me let 'em in
I don't do too much talkin', no, M.D.B be not a Letterman
Said this money been stackin' up, I don't need me a ladder man
My left wrist been glowin' up
My right wrist been frozen up
I'm rollin' that sticky stuff
My fingers been gettin' stuck
I tell 'em to pour it up
Pour it up, til I throw it up
My money been stackin' up
Stackin' up, I ain't fold it up
(Shit, I'm like Wayne on the beat and shit)
BAND UP STOP PLAYIN!
M.D.B
(Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it, shit I...)
We got FinesseGod back in the booth (Might just make it)
Uh Um
We got RI$K back in the booth
(Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it, shit I might just make it)
Yea
(Might not make it)
Uh
Uh
My left wrist been glowin' up
My right wrist been frozen up
I'm rollin' that sticky stuff
My fingers been gettin' stuck
I tell 'em to pour it up
Pour it up, til I throw it up
My money been stackin' up
Stackin' up, I can't fold it up
Been countin' this paper, I swear to God I got paper cuts
This shit could get ugly, I tell 'em don't let Ms. Harley bust
Wear my chain when she fuck me
She say "this shit for the both of us"
Wear my chain when she fuck me
I tell her this shit a "One of One"
Tell 'em please do not touch me or say hello to my lil' friend
M.D.B been a monster, that nigga spit like he Eminem
Got them hoes off my roster because I ain't spendin' shit on them
Put my mother in Prada because it's me and you til the end
I just jumped in the water, ain't even knowin' that I could swim
I just spent it and bought it, I like the way that this Patek fit
I just spent it and bought it, they like the way that Ms. Harley kick
Don't be talkin' that nonsense, before I have her give you a kiss
And my diamonds a faucet, the way they drippin' all on your bitch
I been goin' retarded, I been exhausted inside the ship
Takin' off like a rocket, I had Finesseniyy tat that shit
I told my bitch she the baddest, that ain't no bitch even better than
I been all 'bout that lettuce, that navy green like a veteran
Said them demons keep knockin', somethin' keep tellin' me let 'em in
I don't do too much talkin', no, M.D.B be not a Letterman
Said this money been stackin' up, I don't need me a ladder man
My left wrist been glowin' up
My right wrist been frozen up
I'm rollin' that sticky stuff
My fingers been gettin' stuck
I tell 'em to pour it up
Pour it up, til I throw it up
My money been stackin' up
Stackin' up, I ain't fold it up
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Drain Jr.
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