Vic Taur - MAFW!

Imma make it rain in this bih
Yea, Imma make it rain in this shii
How much is you making, b'for you come and tell me shit
If I wasn't rapping, I'll be making money still
Bitch tryna gimme brain buh she's dumb as fucc in school
Shawty gat that wetty like she just came out the pool
Niggas dumb as fucc think they'll play me like a fool
I just rock my drip with no stylist in the room
Like I'm destroy lonely baby tell me how u feel
And we're high as fucc aim for the moon like I'm the woo
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
They keep wishing evil 'pon us whenever they see us
Niggas tryna shoot and they keep missing like Ben Simmons
I hang with my niggas, we're sum Yoruba demons
Father take these fake niggas away and save the real ones
Father take these fake bitches away and save the real ones
I be getting paid nigga you can keep the fame
Only for my real niggas imma make it rain
Pretty girls luv money, my bitch ain't the same
If you ain't talking money nigga don't mention my name
I just crashed a bimmer, I came out doing my dance
I just crashed a foreign, imma make a new purchase
That bitch is not money so tell me why I should chase
No I don't need you, you don't need me too
She's just like a see thru, I just need some more loot
Standing on my business, imma play for keeps too
And she's high as fucc, like she wanna go up to the moon.
How much is you making, b'for you come and tell me shit
If I wasn't rapping, I'll be making money still
Bitch tryna gimme brain buh she's dumb as fucc in school
Shawty gat that wetty like she just came out the pool
Niggas dumb as fucc think they'll play me like a fool
I just rock my drip with no stylist in the room
Like I'm destroy lonely baby tell me how u feel
And we're high as fucc aim for the moon like I'm the woo
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
Money, alcohol and the foreign wheels
I got sum evil thoughts deep down in my head
That shit tells me fucc her, fucc her best friend
That's shit talking shoot the ops and make em disappear
Go back to my old ways, I'm back in my bag

Written by:
Victor Fasanya

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