Jrob - Money Bags

Yea in designer clothes me I'm on this road to success man you gotta go
Yea man you gotta go me I'm on this road to success
Headed to the cash I gotta get the bag you know
Gotta do the dash I pray that I don't crash it tho
Money bags is all I'm tryna grab out my window
Feel the wrath I hope I get this cash I'm bout to blow

Uh bring it to you liver than the most
Lava volcano Lava with the flow peep the show in designer clothes
Me I'm on this road and I done seen a lot
Like a fiend to block cause people fiend a lot what you telling in your message
You spittin caps or spittin facts are you actually tryna push it past capacity
God can you answer me
I got money on my mental its the only thing I'm into see me write it with this pencil
That I turn into a check
See that root of evil stunts like Knievel fuck yo cerebral yo medulla oblongata
They got cha money is power
Money respect cause of the money you sending threats
Money make you flex look at yo pockets nigga you rich
Money leave a stench smell what I'm bringing the morning and evening
I built up the kingdom so we can live in abundance
Tell me how you want it the mood
I bring in the food another thing that the money do get money dude

Headed to the cash I gotta get the bag you know
Gotta do the dash I pray that I don't crash it tho
Money bags is all I'm tryna grab out my window
Feel the wrath I hope I get this cash I'm bout to blow
Headed to the cash I gotta get the bag you know
Gotta do the dash I pray that I don't crash it tho
Money bags is all I'm tryna grab out my window
Feel the wrath I hope I get this cash I'm bout to blow

Yea foot on they neck my tape in the deck we still on mula
While time ticking the plot thickens the money move ya
Deep in the sewers the muddy waters struggle for dollars
Still about commas the corners where they hustle and holler
Aye get yo bread young man but watch out for the karma
Aye watch out for the coroner
Don't let the devil get hold of ya
Don't let him come in and take all the loot that you really work hard for
This a God flow like a gospel
Like a hard time once without doe yea
Make sure you stacking it up
Never know when you run into bad luck
Never know when you gone need that shit bruh
You take it but you aint leaving with it bruh
Looks can be deceiving seen it through the zeneth
I need that cash on delivery
I need that mula that green the gwop that fetti my nigga I need the cheese

Headed to the cash I gotta get the bag you know
Gotta do the dash I pray that I don't crash it tho
Money bags is all I'm tryna grab out my window
Feel the wrath I hope I get this cash I'm bout to blow
Headed to the cash I gotta get the bag you know
Gotta do the dash I pray that I don't crash it tho
Money bags is all I'm tryna grab out my window
Feel the wrath I hope I get this cash I'm bout to blow

Yea bout to blow man we bout to blow
Money Bags Yea
V12 good looking

Written by:
Jeff Robinson

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