Lyrics MR - JMARLEY

Mr money getter talking paper on a bread topic
Rarri Drop the beat we on to something
He got my head boppin
Like the way dress I'm fresh as hell if the feds watching
Gotta bust this serve a tell em pull up at the Red Robin's
I be on some motherfuckin cash when I wake up
Nigga body laying in the grass trying play tough
Gotta keep pushing you can't last trying wait up
Thinking shit a game we on yo ass trying to play us
I'm mr fuck em up I double up I'm Mr.
Money man
Mr strip club we hit the scene and pop the rubberbands
Mr straight shot and pop the bottles call me Stunna man
You can love that bitch I don't give no shit I'm Mr other man
Hope you got some 20/20 vision trying see Jay
With my pops and uncle taking bens on the three way
Chilling with my people going in on a week day
Wake up and we see that shit again like a replay
I'm a take the money to the bank I'm mr stack that cash
Try to purchase something and I don't know you mr tax that ass
Mr do this shit they call me mr get his bread right
Mr keep it pushing we ain't stopping at no red lights
Hella hungry for a dinner plate we on the interstate
Silly niggas always in the way and bullets penetrate
Getting to it I ain't finna wait I know they finna hate
Competition we a eliminate and money generate

Mr money getter talking paper on a bread topic
Rarri Drop the beat we on to something
He got my head boppin
Like the way dress I'm fresh as hell if the feds watching
Gotta bust this serve a tell em pull up at the Red Robin's
I be on some motherfuckin cash when I wake up
Nigga body laying in the grass trying play tough
Gotta keep pushing you can't last trying wait up
Thinking shit a game we on yo ass trying to play us
I'm Mr do his thang it ain't a game he get his roll on
Always got my people waiting on me Mr hold on
You can get whatever ain't no limit what you heard wrong
I'm Mr ice cream man or better yet I'm Serve on
I know these niggas blind cause ain't no way that they can see Jay
I'm a put some product in the street I'm trying to see shake
Cautious of the law cause they a throw yo ass a free case
Nigga you a leach and we can't kick it on the freeway
I'm like the post service duck and dodge and I'm a track that cash
When I hit Lil momma from the back I'm Mr smack that ass
Mr went to jail and focused up and got his mind right
Mr always in somebody club
I'm Mr limelight
I be on some million dollar money when I talk shit
Throw some paper out there have some youngins knock you off quick
Give em 15k for them to get out here to floss with
And go and catch a flight to Puerto Rico with a boss bitch
Mr money getter talking paper on a bread topic
Rarri Drop the beat we on to something
He got my head boppin
Like the way dress I'm fresh as hell if the feds watching
Gotta bust this serve a tell em pull up at the Red Robin's
I be on some motherfuckin cash when I wake up
Nigga body laying in the grass trying play tough
Gotta keep pushing you can't last trying wait up
Thinking shit a game we on yo ass trying to play us