Luna Aura - MONEY BAG

Pretty boy
Pretty lies
Bet you're pretty surprised

Tryna ruin my day
Yeah imma ruin your life

Think you're slick
Get your kicks
Get my name off your lips

Wipe your mouth
Spit it out
Someone get him a towel

Time's up sucka-sucka

Got me mad
Got me mad
Mr. Money Bag
(ohhh-ohhh-ohhh)

Get your grab
Get your grab
Imma take it back
(ohhh-ohhh-ohhh)

Yeah I get, get, get, get, get, get
Get what's mine

Cold as ice
Roll your dice
While I'm rolling my eyes

Just a matter of time
Heads are rolling tonight

You dug your own grave
You're 6 feet deep
That's what you get
When you f*** with me


Time's up sucka-sucka
(YEAH)

Got me mad
Got me mad
Mr. Money Bag
(ohhh-ohhh-ohhh)

Get your grab
Get your grab
Imma take it back
(ohhh-ohhh-ohhh)

Yeah I get, get, get, get, get, get
Get what's mine

I feel it coming
I feel it coming

I feel it coming
I feel it coming
I feel it coming
Yeah I'm ready to snap

I got you running
I got you running
I got you running
Yeah I'm taking it back

Got me mad
Got me mad
Mr. Money Bag
(ohhh-ohhh-ohhh)

Get your grab
Get your grab
Imma take it back
(ohhh-ohhh-ohhh)

Yeah I get, get, get, get, get, get
Get what's mine

Written by:
ANGELA FLORES, JUSTIN THOMAS DALY, SEAN VAN VLEET

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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