Lyrics It's Mona Mula - Mona Mula

I be breaking the bank
I blow open the safe, yeah
We got hundreds of racks
Yeah, yeah

I'm running it back like I'm doing a play
Your boy likes my show, he keeps asking to stay
It's not even tempting, he ain't got the face
'Cause he likes these bitches who do it all fake
I know we got history, I'm looking for clues
I'm solving a mystery, cappin' on you
That time when I saw you walk right through the door
You sad little boy wearing Christian Dior
Got choppas that chop, he the boy from Japan
He wan' be my shotgun but he's not my man
But then he goes shooting at all of his mans
That silly boy doesn't appreciate fans
Got 40 he sips all that Wockhardt
Got sticks and them bullets, his Glock hard
He's poppin' them shells like a Pop-Tart
He's silly, go bando, it's black art

I don't play safe, I be breaking the bank
I get too gassed up on these propane tanks
Light me a match, I'll blow open the safe
We got hundreds of racks and they calling my name
Goofy ass bitches be cappin' for fame
Come to my house and come catch me a fade
It's Mona Mula so go call my name
So go step up your game because bitches be lame
If we want money that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, get stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger checks
More money, more hoes, no I don't need neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, I tell her go set
Your boy likes my show, I don't give him sex

It's Mona Mula so go call my name
I be breaking the bank, I blow open the safe, yeah
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger checks
We got hundreds of racks, yeah, yeah

He prowl like a puma, he's lookin' for prey
He's dominant fire to keep him at bay
He sits in his cave like a lion he lays
He's waiting for dark 'til the skies become grey
So tell me man, babyboy what's all the hype
This industry gon' make you go lose your mind
So let go the fire, don't put up a fight
You want me to like you, so let me inside
And you cannot buy me with all of that ice
I won't give myself 'cause I don't have a price
So you can keep rollin' and throwing dice
I'm sorry I won't take all of your advice
No 40 I don't sip that Wockhardt
No sticks and them bullets, no Glock hard
Not poppin' them shells like a Pop-Tart
Not silly, no bando, no black art

I don't play safe, I be breaking the bank
I get too gassed up on these propane tanks
Light me a match, I'll blow open the safe
We got hundreds of racks and they calling my name
Goofy ass bitches be cappin' for fame
Come to my house and come catch me a fade
It's Mona Mula so go call my name
So go step up your game because bitches be lame
If we want money that's what we gon' get
It's like a disease, get stuck in your head
Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck
Got mula like Mona, I count bigger checks
More money, more hoes, no I don't need neck
I'm young and I go about and I wreck
Your hoe wanna go, I tell her go set
Your boy likes my show, I don't give him sex

So baby come text me the addy
Show me the way, imma fuck with a baddie
You know I don't come from the abbey
Posted up, we gon' bool in the alley
Posting a pic on the Gram
Girls looking fake and the cameras flashy
I put on my dress keep it classy
Queen with a crown, call nobody daddy

I don't play safe, I be breaking the bank
I get too gassed up on these propane tanks
Light me a match, I'll blow open the safe
We got hundreds of racks and they calling my name
Goofy ass bitches be cappin' for fame
Come to my house and come catch me a fade
It's Mona Mula so go call my name
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Propane tanks
I'll blow open the safe
Yeah