Klutch KB - Mood (feat. King Luv)

I run up a check they running they mouth broke niggas can't say nothing to me
Doctor said I'm lactose intolerant but that ain't stopping me from getting this cheese
Ain't no triple P loan for me I ain't capping like I didn't want it
Seven weeks I been doing OT I punched the clock like it's my opponent
Bag season hell yea we on it financial freedom hell yea we want it
Plus I got so much money coming listen close you might hear it moaning ouuu Klutch
Big Bank Big House and new whip that's my mood
Mind on my money grind and shine that's what I do
Can't get lost in the sauce be yo own boss whether you win or lose
I gotta get it by any means I gotta do what I gotta do
Big Bank Big House and new whip that's my mood/
mind on my money grind and shine that's what I do/
can't get lost in the sauce be yo own boss whether you win or lose/
I gotta get it by any means I gotta do what I gotta do/
Everyday been a pay day I'm getting mines why mind a hater
Woke up feeling like a fax machine cuz I'm doing numbers and getting paper
Flexing hard on my nosey neighbors, different broad everyday I wake up
Thank the lord that I got my cake up, I'm balling hard like fuck a lay up/
Purple stuff in my cup like yup, yellow diamonds that boy a laker
Doing good but I'm shooting for greater, pockets loaded like baked potatoes
I ain't asking no one for favors, minor set backs made me major
My next move is my best move even if I lose imma keep it player
My next whip might be a foreign, but don't be hating on my old toy
Mercedes Benz is the hoes choice ,but I drive my Kia like a Rolls Royce
I'm getting tired of not owning shit so my main focus is ownership
Big bucks no whammies, assets not Grammys
Big Bank Big House and new whip that's my mood
Mind on my money grind and shine that's what I do
Can't get lost in the sauce be yo own boss whether you win or lose
I gotta get it by any means I gotta do what I gotta do
Yea, I get the bag and you know it, I got the cash and I show it
Blowing grass I'm lawnmowering
Blowing pressure and them packs in I want extra
Depends what I paid for it Trap shit I was made for it
Yea nigga I am a mood, I been getting money since a youngin selling shit in high school
I done ran it up so much fucked up my tennis shoes
Damn, I don't know what got into you
Couple niggas switched up on me, that ain't stop me from running it up
Bad bitch suck dick for me, she ain't stopping til I get a nut
Tryna break a hand counting this shit up, Rich Dreams bitch we having it
Yo bitch on me she ain't letting up, She on her knees like Kaepernick
Yea
Big Bank Big House and new whip that's my mood
mind on my money grind and shine that's what I do
can't get lost in the sauce be yo own boss whether you win or lose
I gotta get it by any means I gotta do what I gotta do

Written by:
Demarcus Withers, Gunnlaugur Smarlioason, Keenan Beckett Jr, Thomas French

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