Money X 4 (feat. Spodee, Strap da Fool, Skooly & Bankroll Fresh)
Snuck a pint of mud right up in the club
we be pouring up we don't give a fuck
ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
bought a pound of gas just to blow it up
(money money money money that money money money money that) repeat twice
Ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
Bought a pound of gas
Mud mud mud mud
OOLA DA BOSS
Double Cups of the mud
when I walk up in the club
Bitches be showing me love
them niggas they knowing what's up
Money money money money that money money money money
Twenties fifties and hundreds
my niggas on ground for the summer
My bitches is spoiled
they getting whatever they wanna
they ride for their daddy and grind for the summer
Stacking money we can count that maňana
Hop in the 4-wheel or hop in the Hummer
Nigga you know that I roll with banana
Moving the price I be jooging it proper
locking the city that's word to my mama my nigga I'm gone
Snuck a pint of mud right up in the club
we be pouring up we don't give a fuck
ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
bought a pound of gas just to blow it up
(money money money money that money money money money that) repeat twice
Ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
Bought a pound of gas
Mud mud mud mud
Spodee
I got your bitch in the club
politicking with the thugs
filling my body with drugs
I got this shit out the mud
I'm moving just like a slug
I got that lean in my blood
In California with my cuz
fuck round and met me a plug
Give me the pounds and the pints of the perp
and then give me the blow
You really don't need her
she's digging my people so give me your hoe
She gave me her money
I looked at lil baby like give me some mo
I just hit Lennox with Oola
we got enough moolah to buy out the store
Strap Da Fool
Money money money money
thumping thumping through them hundreds
We get the shit in for real
want some codeine we Poppin them seals
I got the ratchet it's on me right now
I got the pack and it's on me right now
Ride with the uzi I'm walking and Louie
I swear these little bitches just wiping me down
Fuck up a check and then get it right back
when you get money you do it like that
Thousand pints in counting white man
Want a whole thing count it right then
Stripper girls running when we walked in
ten thousand nigga I'm the boss man
No cash nigga we ain't talking keep gas major league balling
SB Skooly
I'm riding round with it on me
IO Hawk wit it on me
I am not in here lonely
and I probably got it on me
You are not with it homie
you do not really want it
neighborhood crippin homie
got the hood with me homie
Private jet to the lake
probably showing up late
diamonds all in my ring Tru on my chain
ya bitch wearing my bandana
like she Bangin from my Phantom
Still flipping through the hundreds
still changing all the channels
Bankroll Fresh
Pull up I'll sell you a half
pull up I'll sell you a bag
pull up I'll sell you a split
pull up I'll sell you a brick
I drop a fo and I mix
Open my door with the stick
Open the door with the hammer
Try it for sure we gone blam you
I put the two in the Fanta
Nigga Who new to Atlanta
Nigga I grew in Atlanta
Nigga you flew to Atlanta
I'm Jimmy Choo in my standards
Police be using the scanner
In Magic going to take home a dancer
Give you a bag for a sample
Snuck a pint of mud right up in the club
we be pouring up we don't give a fuck
ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
bought a pound of gas just to blow it up
(money money money money that money money money money that) repeat twice
Ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
Bought a pound of gas
Mud mud mud mud
we be pouring up we don't give a fuck
ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
bought a pound of gas just to blow it up
(money money money money that money money money money that) repeat twice
Ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
Bought a pound of gas
Mud mud mud mud
OOLA DA BOSS
Double Cups of the mud
when I walk up in the club
Bitches be showing me love
them niggas they knowing what's up
Money money money money that money money money money
Twenties fifties and hundreds
my niggas on ground for the summer
My bitches is spoiled
they getting whatever they wanna
they ride for their daddy and grind for the summer
Stacking money we can count that maňana
Hop in the 4-wheel or hop in the Hummer
Nigga you know that I roll with banana
Moving the price I be jooging it proper
locking the city that's word to my mama my nigga I'm gone
Snuck a pint of mud right up in the club
we be pouring up we don't give a fuck
ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
bought a pound of gas just to blow it up
(money money money money that money money money money that) repeat twice
Ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
Bought a pound of gas
Mud mud mud mud
Spodee
I got your bitch in the club
politicking with the thugs
filling my body with drugs
I got this shit out the mud
I'm moving just like a slug
I got that lean in my blood
In California with my cuz
fuck round and met me a plug
Give me the pounds and the pints of the perp
and then give me the blow
You really don't need her
she's digging my people so give me your hoe
She gave me her money
I looked at lil baby like give me some mo
I just hit Lennox with Oola
we got enough moolah to buy out the store
Strap Da Fool
Money money money money
thumping thumping through them hundreds
We get the shit in for real
want some codeine we Poppin them seals
I got the ratchet it's on me right now
I got the pack and it's on me right now
Ride with the uzi I'm walking and Louie
I swear these little bitches just wiping me down
Fuck up a check and then get it right back
when you get money you do it like that
Thousand pints in counting white man
Want a whole thing count it right then
Stripper girls running when we walked in
ten thousand nigga I'm the boss man
No cash nigga we ain't talking keep gas major league balling
SB Skooly
I'm riding round with it on me
IO Hawk wit it on me
I am not in here lonely
and I probably got it on me
You are not with it homie
you do not really want it
neighborhood crippin homie
got the hood with me homie
Private jet to the lake
probably showing up late
diamonds all in my ring Tru on my chain
ya bitch wearing my bandana
like she Bangin from my Phantom
Still flipping through the hundreds
still changing all the channels
Bankroll Fresh
Pull up I'll sell you a half
pull up I'll sell you a bag
pull up I'll sell you a split
pull up I'll sell you a brick
I drop a fo and I mix
Open my door with the stick
Open the door with the hammer
Try it for sure we gone blam you
I put the two in the Fanta
Nigga Who new to Atlanta
Nigga I grew in Atlanta
Nigga you flew to Atlanta
I'm Jimmy Choo in my standards
Police be using the scanner
In Magic going to take home a dancer
Give you a bag for a sample
Snuck a pint of mud right up in the club
we be pouring up we don't give a fuck
ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
bought a pound of gas just to blow it up
(money money money money that money money money money that) repeat twice
Ice in Double Cup when we're pouring up
Bought a pound of gas
Mud mud mud mud
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Writer(s): Charles Driggers, Ronald Edward Jones Jr
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