MGM MELØ - In This Bitch !

M E L Ø
Man, you know how I’m rocking man
MoneyGanG Mafia
843, yeah
Burton, uh
Smoke me five blunts, making a fist
Nine thirty with the extended clip
My jewelry is water it drip
In the bowl like a fish
Hit a lick and bag the brick
Hop up in the ride then smash out in it
I’m going to count all the chips
Hit the lot, get that shit
I’m going to take off the top and then fish tail the whip
All summer ‘19 bitch you know it’s straight hits
Got the stick with the grip and I got money like Mitch
The gang we ain’t chasing no bitch
I just hit a lick with your bitch and it’s lit
Passing that gas like it’s off the rip
Nigga talk shit we pop at your lip
It’s no slowing down it’s money to get
Niggas acting funny, bummy as shit
Bitches crusty yeah they crumby as shit
Talking about they want to love me and shit
Hell nah ho I ain’t loving no bitch
About my bag like Dorito and shit
Call my migo he gone drop off a brick
It’s M E L Ø, and I’m up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Up in this bitch and I came with my clique
Don’t play around or we upping them sticks
You popping your gums, we popping them guns
Blind to the bullshit, our heart is on numb
Up in this bitch and I came with my clique
Don’t play around or we upping them sticks
You popping your gums, we popping them guns
Blind to the bullshit, our heart is on numb
M E L Ø everyone hit the floor
Bad bitch in the passenger sweeping with the pole
Drop all the targets she good with the scope
He want to play jokes I’m a leave him afloat
Came from the bottom right up off the floor
My bitches bad bitches that’s all that I know
Jumped off the porch just to get me some more
So me and my goons started kickin in doors
He say he hard but he wallet he fold
Running my block since a runny nose
Just like a Royce all my niggas Roll
Play with the gang leave you red like a rose
Choppa hit your boy leave his body gross
Rudolph your gang put that beam on they nose
Your bitch a freak but you already know
She tasting my kids like it’s Pillsbury dough
Pockets is green must be the presidents
Ain’t talking cash then your talkings irrelevant
All of my hos they boujie, they elegant
Always so cocky man just blame my arrogance
I’m going to be rich, that shit indefinite
Me clouting up is going to have niggas hella bent
Feast on the pussy I know it’s decadent
See me on the feature you know it’s heaven sent
Preach like a reverend
I can see me going up
Elevate change my leverage
Choppa bullets eat skin
You better duck
Or watch your body turn to beverage
Uh
It’s MELØ bitch
You know I’m up in this bitch, with clique
MoneyGanG

Written by:
Calvin Rice, Calvin Rice III

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