Jackboy and Lil Mosey - Enjoy Every Dolla
(I love you Dzy)(I love you too my dude)
She attracted to niggas gettin' that money, yeah
No fifties and twenties, talkin' blue hunnids, yeah
I done came up from nothin', made it out the gutter, yeah
Soon as I got me a lil' somethin', I made it double, yeah
In the mall, we cuttin' up, we spazzin' with the guala
Can't take this shit with me so I'ma enjoy every dolla
Plus I got the pistol with me, you don't want no problem
Nigga come playin' for his life, I'ma rob him
I'll put a nigga out they they misery
Don't confuse me with the industry
That's how you get left in the street
Thinkin' you take some M's from me
Ridin' with Lil Mosey, that's my woadie, bitch, we demons
Blowin' on Runtz, got me in this bitch, preachin'
Like, "Mosey, we doin' better now"
Like, "Mosey, we gettin' cheddar now"
Designer on all my sweaters now
I can hit the mall and tear it down
Only fuckin' the baddest bitches now
Don't trust no ho, they'll snake you out
So you know I'm kickin' that bitch out
Soon as my dick get out her mouth
Never had a job, I was kickin' it with the felons
They taught me how to rob and sell more gas at 7-Eleven
Totin' MAC-11s, run up, go to heaven
Try to run, we catch 'em, bless 'em, and stretch 'em
She attracted to niggas gettin' that money, yeah
No fifties and twenties, talkin' blue hunnids, yeah
I done came up from nothin', made it out the gutter, yeah
Soon as I got me a somethin', I made it double, yeah
In the mall, we cuttin' up, we spazzin' with the guala
Can't take this shit with me so I'ma enjoy every dolla
Plus I got the pistol with me, you don't want no problem
Nigga come playin' for his life, I'ma rob him
Uh, pull up, me and Jackboy (Jack)
Just some young rich niggas
But we still pull up in GAT, boy (yeah)
Hop on a muhfuckin' jet (yeah)
Don't even know where I'm goin' (ooh)
But shorty, I'm comin' right back (back)
Left to go get some racks (glee tied)
New Dior that came out yesterday, you now I copped that (cop)
When I was broke, I used to get that where the licks at (brrt)
Free my bro, yeah, he just got crizacked
Twenty-some' years, I'm finna get that nigga big racks
Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause they know that I'm that nigga now (nigga now)
Any bitch that dumped me back then, we not hangin' now (bitch)
Amiri jeans, Louis V, Fendi, yeah, I'm standin' out (damn, that's drip)
Jackboy, talk your shit (talk your shit)
She attracted to niggas gettin' that money, yeah
No fifties and twenties, talkin' blue hunnids, yeah
I done came up from nothin', made it out the gutter, yeah
Soon as I got me a somethin', I made it double, yeah
In the mall, we cuttin' up, we spazzin' with the guala
Can't take this shit with me so I'ma enjoy every dolla
Plus I got the pistol with me, you don't want no problem
Nigga come playin' for his life, I'ma rob him
Written by:
Pierre DeLince, Moses Lathan-Stanley Echols
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