Mozzarella

D.A. Got That Dope Wooh (wooh), wooh (wooh!) Yeah, yeah (whoa), yeah, yeah (ayy) Yeah, yeah (ayy), uh-yeah, yeah (ayy) Ayy, wooh, ayy, yeah, yeah Wooh, ayy, uh, ayy I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (bitch!) Green and red Gucci on me, feelin' like the Joker (wooh!) Feel like Chief Keef (yeah, yeah) when I'm ridin' in a Rover (ayy, ayy) I feel like I'm you every time yo' bitch come over I'm back in the kitchen (yeah) shit on you like I'm a pigeon (yeah) From my position I got too many decisions, ayy, ayy Should I fuck Nina or Tina? (Tina) My life like a mission Smash yo' bitch, "911, there's been a collision," ayy, ayy I'm losin' my vision (yeah), wrist just won't stop glistenin' Let's fuck in the whip, just got the Porsche, it still got it krissin' (krissin') Sippin' on wine, gettin' the bread, feel like a Christian (a Christian) Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition Get money, stack bread Fuck with me 'til I'm dead Stack cheese, mozzarella Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas Yeah, I feel like that mo'fuckin' man when I hop out that Rover (Rover) Yeah, I give her some band, that bitch is a soaker (soaker) These fuck boys ain't give me hand, that nigga bogus (bogus) I guess that I'll check it back later, now I'm out of soda (let's go!) Stood on the corner, but lot of you niggas, you envy me now You ain't never show love Man, look at it, like we tratin' niggas like some Maybach, Kirkland They could never see us Turnin' shit on every minute of the hour It's daily, and monthly, and yearly wit' us (put it on-) Don't hesitate to go on them pickin', if you playin', if you're really wit' us Hey, I wan' hear gun sounds (brr, brr) I just hear money counters (skrrt, skrrt) I just see bustdowns (bustdowns) Don't tell secrets, bitch (ayy), I might keep you 'round (shh) Sound like Trump on 'em (grrah), when that choppa out (pow, pow, pow, pow) Get money (yeah), stack bread (slatt, slatt) Fuck with me 'til I'm dead Stack cheese, mozzarella Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm next (I'm next, I'm next) Feel like Barry Bonds runnin' home with that check (check) Call that girl Louis V, slugger when she wet Yeah, I throw that dick, she bouse that ass back, got me blunt I whip a Tesla with no hands, got this bitch on autopilot Got yo' hoe givin' me top like she tryna start a riot (a riot) Fuck a TV show, I got more stripes, my hoes exotic Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project, but I ain't even dropped it