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Moncler Bubble
12,406
Hip-Hop/Rap
Moncler Bubble was released on March 16, 2021 by THRD EYE ENT. as a part of the album Young N***a Old Soul
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Release DateMarch 16, 2021
LabelTHRD EYE ENT.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Songwriter
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
Carlos Deshawn Fishcer
Carlos Deshawn Fishcer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Machu
Machu
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do them like that?)
[Chorus]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants, I ain't flash shit
**** keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my ****, get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, brought the foreigns, when we slide, we in fast whips
It's twenty-one inside my block, this my savage
We get one-twenty a pop without asking
So why I buy a Gucci shirt without the jacket?
Fuck a heart, I don't love no bitch, I love fashion
A **** violate the game, get his flag took
Even if it's Halloween, we still masked up
Now every time a **** die, they come ask us
Yeah, this that Baby Los asking for dollars
I was fucked up, they know I would be a problem
That 550 blue, I used to drive inside the Honda
A matte black coupe, bitches screaming out, "Wakanda"
I'm 'bout to fuck the city up, I'm Kwame
I caught something out the blue, a body
He said he took something from Los? He lying
I put a lot of **** on, so they ridin'
[Chorus]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants, I ain't flash shit
**** keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my ****, get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
[Verse 2]
Trappin' and copping all these 'bows got my mans lit
We was in and out of Cali for a pandemic
These **** pinching off the bag, think some grams missing
These **** fucked up they stash, never had chicken
Between two or three ****, spent a half-ticket
And we was rocking bussdowns when **** had Breitlings
They gave my **** forty-five, that was a bad sentence
My **** died at twenty-one, we called it fast living
You 'sposed to stack your stash up and make it last, ****
You shop for hoes, I shop for 'bows, ****, our bag different
Living in hotels, them rooms ain't even had kitchens
Never serve them at your crib, boy, that's bad business
Tell a bitch, "Get what you want, I ain't yo' last ****"
It's two Benzes in the group, I'll crash this one
A three-five in this 'Wood, I can't pass this one
We ain't financing shit, bitch, I cashed this one
Easy money
[Chorus]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants, I ain't flash shit
**** keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my ****, get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
(Trappin' and copping all these 'bows got my mans lit)
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer
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