Mo Money

They want from me, it's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I'm like the home lover They want from me, it's like the more money we come apart The more problems we see This ain't IG, double tap, make his heart stop You not even a fart, you're a queef, can you please stop Fat bitch, got a drinking problem, call her Akademiks Broke niggas haven't seen money since the epidemic Talk so much shit on these beats, I need a fuckin' mint Call the opps Kaitlyn Jenner, because them niggas switched Cuffed the opps' sis, beat the bitch, now the family fucked He stepped up, shot him in the foot, bet he ain't tough I don't have no type, way back before Rae Sremmurd I'm a silent killer, game seven, Kawhi Leonard Bitch, I wanted you in high school, in your hoe phase Not, now, I don't want a cuff, I wanna get laid King of the 601, bitch, I thought you fuckin' knew Saw my ex, bitch, hell nah, she look super through I'm a bad dad, left my kids on her fuckin' face Then she tried to cuff Tay-K, man, I did the race Call the opps Ben Simmons, cause they scared to shoot Dumb niggas always snitchin', Crash Bandicoot Broke niggas always tryna diss, get a fuckin' job Baby mama blowin' on my dick, that's a blowjob Huh? What? Switch the flow up They call me C.T. Money$$, hell yeah, I'm finna glow up Bitches on my dick, hell nah, I'm finna blow up Get my dough, stack it up, nigga, and store it up Yeah, lil' bitch, you know what it is F*ck your baby daddy, your mama, and them badass kids Yeah, I'll say it again, man, f*ck them stupid kids Moving packs all across the city, I'm delivery man