MoneyMosby - Flake

How your ass the plug my dealer never flaked me for an ounce
Same pack that you be selling you just smoking on your couch
Made a couple hundred off the pound now you spending out
Made a couple thousand off this rap shit
I took a different route
Bitch I'm in it on my dolo
I'm the only one I needed
But my bitch is about her bag
It make me mad that she conceited
Went and wifed a trick then don't be surprised of how you treated
If the bitch is telling on you to the feds
You best be leaving
Aye Aye
Money Mo
If you got to clip
You know we got a hunnid more
Baking soda water whip
With the Pyrex in the stove
Scoli used to cook cause he a chef but now he saying no
He too busy getting cheese off of kneading dough
Two and three ain't enough bitch I'm a need Foursho
You ain't never did it
You just say you did it for the show
Cannon in the nickel it's a pickle you ain't blaming it fasho
Money in the bank account
Going for the Layup then you know
Ima fake him out
Micheal Jordan from the middy when we shoot it we ain't play around
Cha Ching
Money Team
This the paper route
And yes they call me money cause my ass is a celebrity
And if you pop the pills like jelly beans
Then why you selling these
In Impala butters ran around with some felonies
Tucked up in the pad I'm making money off these melodies
Struggle and Some pain no this shit just ain't the same
Comparing making money over losing homies in the rain
People outta line n to put them back up in they place
Acid got me trippin
What we flipping you should be in outer space
How yo ass the plug my dealer never flaked me for an ounce
Same pack that you be selling you just smoking on your couch
Made a couple hundred off the pound now you spending out
Made a couple thousand off this rap shit
I took a different route
Bitch I'm in it on my dolo
I'm the only one I needed
But my bitch is about her bag it make me mad that she conceited
Went and wifed a trick then don't be surprised of how you treated
If the bitch is telling on you to the feds
You best be leaving
Aye Aye
Ya I really get it
If I get a check
Then the team
Ya you know we splitting
Pop eyes cuz yo ass really need the fucking spinach

Written by:
William Mosby

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