Songtexte Moneybag - TRVIS

Money bag money bag money bag
Diss a motherfucker for a hundred racks
Want to cross me then you dumber than
Sitting in the room with the Son of Sam
With a loaded gun in hand
Money bag Money bag Money bag
Clips on bills and a dozen mags

Got enemies they coming at me like
Mice for the cheese or skunks to a bee hive
Got remedies for the fiends so you see I
Rip melodies and these beats when they meet my
Crazy tendencies mean at least see how deep I
Get up in my bag
It's a feast when I eat right
Ripping through bones crush skulls
Till I D I E
And they know when they peak in these bleak eyes
I'm a leave foes like a deer when they see lights
I'm a fucking giant with this pen
And I fe fi
Fo fum go dumb doing fucking donuts
Rapping circles round your head
You know I got to show up
Cold numb no fucks
Always living low luck
Stupid of me to ever think I know what's
Worth all the time and the money and the effort
They worth all the rhymes
Let them die up on a stretcher
Better get the message send a messenger to send that
If you double cross me it's a fucking armageddon

Money bag Money bag Money bag
Kill a motherfucker for a hundred racks
Want to cross me then you dumber than
Sitting in the room with the Zodiac
With a loaded gun in hand
Money bag money bag money bag
Clips on bills and a dozen mags

A monster locked in
Dozed off nodding
So obnoxious
Whole squad dropped in
Want to get it popping it's apocalypse
You talking shit
Better stop it cocking back and popping at your bottom lip
Before you try to ball a fist
And cocky shit
Got me shooting from the bottom
With the fucking fire like a rocket ship
Kid without a father fig
Quick to make a monument
Statement stone cold
Stand bold like a monolith
Bitch I take a compliment and turn it into confidence
And then I got the opposition feeling like the opposite
I strike fear and I think that I'm all that
Yeah all talk no walk got a tall stack
Of hard tracks dog tags all snatched
From foes too close all ghosts better fall back
Y'all that weak kind of breed but I'm built different
Ill sinner ignorance kills got to guilt trip them
Do I want to kill them all or really kill with them
Easy when I'm hungry but it's crazy that I'm still
Considering thoughts so belligerent
Hit them with deliver and filling this pen
Like I'm loading up a script or clip
Shooting two twin pistols that's akimbo
Spraying this mental shit
While I'm aiming from the hip
Tighten grip I got to pick
The first in sight fucking cursed inside
If I curse inside you the first on sight
Heard a verse I write
With these words of mine then it's my

Money bag money bag money bag
Knowing that I'm gonna get a hundred racks
Want to cross me then you dumber than
Sitting in the room with yourself
And you got a loaded gun in hand
Money bag money bag money bag
Clips on bills and a dozen mags

Never fucking leaving
Wouldn't wanna be in
Your position cause I know that I need this
Nah I'm about to stop breathing
You know that I got seething
Anger when I'm not seizing
Hoe I'm about to stop speeding
Going to the top reaching
Everything I want meaning
Never at the bottom got to polish every rhyme I got and
Treat it like a scholar mister honest
Motherfuckers want to drop a bomb on me then get demolished
What an option
Well I want to break a motherfuckers neck
Or treat them like a bobblehead
When I got them bobbing to
Every single song I got
Every single rhyme I jot
Picking up the pen and write across
Any page if I caught a thought
Talking about my ex you can guess that I caught a thot
Heads complex next best break necks
Don't like my cards then I get a new deck
In tune with my heart still miss a few steps
Don't want to be broke I'm a get a few checks
And if I lose hope then I got to attempt to
Go and get my confidence no falling in a bottomless
Pit with all of them I'd rather vomit in a condom and
Put it on my cock and fuck your momma then
Tell a motherfucker catch up and I a'int talking condiments
Fuck what you must heard
Tough with some rough words
Cuss and it's absurd
Thrust and it's up yours
Combust into dust bitch you suck grow some nuts
Anyone want smoke and a blunt then I'm up first

Money bag money bag money bag
This a motherfucker with a hundred racks
Money bag money bag money bag
This a motherfucker with a hundred racks baby
Im done fuck this shit