FlyMoneyFresh - Mood

Fuck that job bitch i been scamming ever since
If That don't work then i'ma drop on a brick
If i buy ten he better front a nigga six
If he say no we gotta take a nigga shit...
Bitch so hood u gotta she got traphouse demeanor
Bitch so thick she got more ass then serena
Pop this perc im going harder then a beatles
Bitch be lion she fell in love with a cheetah
(Hold on)... Hit the switch, dim the lights Coupe look better with the top off...
Parked the whip in the dark, gimme head with my socks off
(What you tell em?)
Spin the block on a opp take the head off a nigga like a coupe...
Could've did by myself i said fuck it, it look better in a group...
Keep that pussy, keep ya feelings in a box I aint rocking with a swoop...
If i told that love you, i was playing i was tryna set the mood...
Take a bitch to telly like her fuck all my dawgs i'm a playa...
Ran it up n got them racks then dem pussy niggas started bringing favors
We got pressure grab the sticks we gone pull up on dem niggas like the mayor...
Aint no I in this team if i got it bitch we ball like the lakers...
Give me the loot ain't worried bout no nigga cus my partner them gone shoot
I wake up n chase this paper just to put the whole gang in the mood...
(What you tell em?)
Spin the block on a opp take the head off a nigga like a coupe...
Could've did by myself i said fuck it, it look better in a group...
Keep that pussy, keep ya feelings in a box I aint rocking with a swoop...
If i told that love you, i was playing i was tryna set the mood...

Written by:
Terry Swain

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