Mr.Money - Maui (feat. 1990 Bubba)

Yeah
We back in this bitch man
Let's get it
She just wanna fuck me for diamonds she think that she getting but really she not
My new whip it came candy painted I just donuts coming out of the lot
Whippin that shit until my wrist sore I just had some water coming out of the pot
I’m missing my brother we was running up a check now they got him on a cot
I just been reminiscing bout them shooters
They slid on them block when I gave 'em the mission
We handle shit in the streets
You typing on beats heard you the type to do the dissing
Just bought broski the chop with the silence
Trigger finger itching it just be whistling
Went through that shit that wouldn’t believe as a youngin
This is only the beginning
Yeah
They didn’t believe in me now I’m the one they just wanna be
Yeah
I know that they leaving me
Loyalty is something I can not see
I can relate to anybody getting money
We stay in the back tryna run up a check
No wonder I be strapped up
Got a Glock heard you ride with a Tec
I started rapping I was broke
Did this shit just to get paper
But what do you know it’s some years later down the line
Them labels want me to go major
I told 'em they can suck my dick
Ain’t a slave I ball like a NBA player
He bought his bitch around me
Didn’t know she was choosing if she tryna fuck imma take her
She just wanna fuck me for diamonds she think that she getting but really she not
My new whip it came candy painted I just donuts coming out of the lot
Whippin that shit until my wrist sore I just had some water coming out of the pot
I’m missing my brother we was running up a check now they got him on a cot
She just wanna fuck me for diamonds she think that she getting but really she not
My new whip it came candy painted I just donuts coming out of the lot
Whippin that shit until my wrist sore I just had some water coming out of the pot
I’m missing my brother we was running up a check now they got him on a cot
Always the nigga with bigger plans
Done giving niggas a helping hand
Couple thousand stuffed it in my pants
I don’t need a gun I use my hands
Jump on a jet on my way to France
Gucci to Louie I spent some bands
Fine little shorty been giving me top
And she barely even gotta use her hands
Hang with some killas don’t fuck with me
Smoking my weed do it publicly
Staying focused on the currency
You ain’t bout it then you gotta leave
Niggas talking shit better hold up
Never gone forget what they told us
Now we making beats on the tour bus
Flying first class on the way up
She just wanna fuck me for diamonds she think that she getting but really she not
My new whip it came candy painted I just donuts coming out of the lot
Whippin that shit until my wrist sore I just had some water coming out of the pot
I’m missing my brother we was running up a check now they got him on a cot
She just wanna fuck me for diamonds she think that she getting but really she not
My new whip it came candy painted I just donuts coming out of the lot
Whippin that shit until my wrist sore I just had some water coming out of the pot
I’m missing my brother we was running up a check now they got him on a cot
Now they got him on a cot
Now they got him on a cot
Now they got him on a cot, damn
Now they got him on a cot

Written by:
Brandon Puckett, Bubba Pickett

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