Money Boy - Out the Mud текст песни

Текст песни Out the Mud - Money Boy

Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee

I make the pop flip

I'm stacking my chips

Like I'm in Vegas

She gotta have hips

Ain't fucking no RIP

My car is the latest

My pockets on blimp

I'm pissing out zips

My kids are lazy

Keys all on my cars

I shine like a star

I'm higher than Mars, ohh

My jewelry is winning, no poo

And this street shit is in me, Ryu

I got tats on my fore arms

I smoke more trees than a Palm

Hey and I'm... blowing, no bomb

That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm

I told her jump inside the bed

I told her open up ya legs

I told her come and use ya head

These niggas beefing over bread

These niggas talking to the Feds

I just go burn a pound of Meds

I buy a brick and shake a leg

I had to go and get it out the mud

I had to turn myself in to a plug

Ain't nobody want to show me love

I had to crawl out from the slums

I cut half these niggas off

Cause half these niggas too soft

I had to bounce back when I lost

Ran it up now a nigga on me

I went to Arizona for a minute

Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket

Baby girl let a plug hit it

I'm a beast when them drugs in me

I'm with the growers out at Cali

They just be tossing bags at me

These niggas use to laugh at me

Now these bitches throwing ass at me

Ain't have a shoulder to lean on

Ain't have an OG to put me on

Ran up a hundred thousand on my own

Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong

I'm kicking bitches out the coupe

I'm giving speeches to the troops

Grab the F n N and let it loose

I just can't snitch on my connect

I just can't go for disrespect

Pour a 40 ease all the stress

Don't make me break a little nigga neck

Streets turning a nigga to a monster

Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster

I keep a cart by all the robbers

That's a hundred rounds for all my problems