M. M. D (feat. RKaos & Jhala) - FensiNP

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Yeah, I told her, "You ain't gotta worry 'bout us" T-house for a month (yeah) Seven pounds and it's smellin' like runtz I know she steppin' with us (for real) I told the plug, "I'ma need an abundance" Flooded the city with mud (for real) Top down, but we came out the jungle Baby, it's so different for us Eight bricks and the stick on the journey Now, he's relyin' on luck I told my lady, "You're thick and you're curvy, baby, I'm tryna fuck" Said you give up and these niggas ain't worthy Showing you life's a must (a must) I told my nigga to hang out the ride Burnin' these opps like a furnace This is my turn, and I'm takin' what's mine, mm Sick of the rap niggas, sick of the liеs, mm First time when I fuck on a Perc And I thought I didn't likе it (like it) The first time when she fuck with the kid She said, "How am I like this?" There ain't no love Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood Yeah, rich nigga opinion, I got a rich nigga opinion, yeah Deals flyin' all winter, and I get you slimed out by a minion, yeah Hate all these niggas, I'm sick of 'em, yeah Wrist is one-hundred, the flick of it, yeah Look at my jewels, I might shed couple tears The come up in the bando, I shed couple years We go AP for the time My Jordan 4's are Off-White My eyes are lazy, I look tired Can't explain to probation I'm high Richard Mille in my white vest, uh Might put my darg to the test I just put the TV's in the rear And I put some VV's in her ear My nigga fuck up the crack game Run it up like it was his career You might think he's a football player In the club like he plays for the Spears Oh, shit, I mean plays for the Spurs I run up a check and I stuck to my word I'm telling my youngins, "It's customer first" He left his lil' lady and slung him a bird There ain't no love Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood They cannot do what I do, I barely fit in this coupe I'm feelin' so in my bag, they cannot fuck up my groove I threw a wunna to Steve, told him, "Get high on this food" 'Cause I am leaving the life, I can't be sane in this mood I know I'm goin' all glad, I put a price on your head Four figures, that's less than one eighth that I put on my wrist That's takin' the piss for real (yeah, yeah) Eight figures on the way, I'm takin' the piss, for real I'm tryna be friends with Richard before all the Richard Milles This money gave me all the thrills This money made me miss some meals This money made me keep it chill And I planned for this shit Let it snow in this bitch Boost the men from this shit Now, we say that we did it We don't ball with a limit You a snitch, we can't kick it Risked my life for a business For the sake of these digits There ain't no love Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood

I'm treatin' the trap like a Winnebago And I'm feelin' like Huncho's my alter ego Nothin but neck when I'm at the free throw Nothin' but facts when I'm on the beat Rendezvous, I got stopped on the interstate A pound of Biscotti, that's personal I guess some people just can't relate Information, I can't correlate Clowns on the net and they're talkin' breeze Quincy knows Huncho just bags and freezes Used to hit up roulette, lost a couple G's Invested some money in couple gibs All these racks coming big like a rack of ribs There's no common sense 'cause they lack a bit My plug is Pierre and I'm Lacazette Early morning, I sell fresh baguettes I bought my mother some new baguettes But she ain't proud when I do the most Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a toast Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a speech Let me tell you that money can marry you The face on the note, yeah, it's still a bitch I sit down and think that I'm not content I get tempted and I flip a brick Can't get drawn out, yeah, that's what they wishin' for Police focused, yeah, that's what they wishin' for Sittin' catching some Leave the studio, I got another one I'm tryna make all, smoking all the dope When I look at these baggies it give me hope When I look at the studio, it give me hope, uh My everyday car is a car that I used to rent I know we rappin' right now but we used to be movie men Heard there's a brick or a crop in that yard so I'm moving it Six racks on the wap, I just put it in Lucy's bag Yeah, baguetties, machetes, the MAC it will ring like confetti Holding my dick on her pussy, she said she ain't ready Fucked a bad white girl, her name was Betty (Betty) Hammer time, sauna Seven pound on petrol for Four racks on (Brrr) Mind out Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out Off the top of the dome (Yeah, yeah) OT for weeks, mum said "When you coming home?" Yeah a dog is loyal if you give a dog a bone Took that bitch in the backseat, tinted car, gave her a bone Yeah, I can make you moan Fly you Paris or Rome I don't answer private call on my phone So much stress in my dome Tell them jakes leave me alone Murder gang, no facade, not guilty, that's gang (Brrr) There ain't a wap in the U.K. that you can get that we ain't handled In the AirBnB, no kickin', wiping the side with a flannel We get less time when the shotguns dismantle I got the wrist on rose So much ice round my nose, yeah I put my bricks on the stove I put my dick in her throat, yeah I order my bricks on the phone Wake up my nigga, he know (Yeah, yeah) My nigga, we never admit We never admit we involved (Uh) Cup full of codeine, I just sip on this cup, let my problems fly Spent thousands of nights in the bando, it play with my head and I wonder why I'm just landin' I be walkin' around, I be blendin' in Superdry How you think I Chanaynay your feet I was sellin' them things now I'm super fly Girl, you fly, yeah Wrist on ice, yeah, yeah Girl, you fly, yeah Let me know why, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)