Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Snider
Songwriter
Max Shain
Songwriter
Zachary Symons-Rodgers
Songwriter
Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Money on my mind, bitch, I need it
Your bitch up on my line, for my semen
I hit her one time, then I leave it
She only want me cause I fuck her like a demon
And a young **** rollin' with demons
Young lil' **** catch a body, come and clean it
And we pourin' up fours
**** rollin' up, rollin' up dro
**** pour a lil' mo', young **** just pour a lil' mo'
Cause my **** live fast, **** we don't sip - we don't sip slow
Keep my foot on that gas, It's a hundred MPH on my dash
She gon' make me crash, yeah lil' shawty, she been sniffin' that snow
Lil' shawty been sniffin' that snow, oh, oh
She dropping' that thing so low, oh, oh
Lovin' when she on the pole, oh, oh
Got me thinkin' bout' more, oh, oh
Got me thinkin' bout' throwin' more
How much I'm bout' to throw?
Bae put your tongue down my throat, oh
She love it when I sing that note, oh
I'ma sing the note, oh, oh
The God, the God gave me Molly
This shit had me forgettin' I'm a rapper
Forgettin' I'm know trappers
In my past, lotta laughter
A lotta pain, but a lotta laughter
I can't escape (I can't escape)
These **** waitin' for them M's, I need em on my plate
I need a Milly in the mattress, Milly in the safe
I don't even feel that shit you talkin', man, my face is blank (bitch)
I got some twins, they hella bad, I'm bout' to bust on they face
I'm goin' in, my **** eatin', we ain't say no grace
Just bring your friend, we could go all night, oh
These drugs got me in outer space (ah)
Oh yeah, this Molly got me in outer space (in outer space)
If **** switch, then **** walkin' the plank (they walk the plank)
And speakin' of walk, bitch, I got Wok in my drank (in my drank)
As you can see, don't give a fuck what you think (what you think, what you think)
Yeah, money on my mind, bitch, I need it
Yo bitch up on my line for my semen
I hit it one time, then I leave it
She only want me cause I fuck her like a demon
And a young **** rollin' with demons
A young lil' **** catch a body, come and clean it
And we pourin' up four's
**** rollin' up, rollin' up dro
**** pour a lil' mo', young **** just pour a lil' mo'
Cause my **** live fast, **** we don't sip - we don't sip slow
Keep my foot on that gas, It's a hundred MPH on my dash
She gon' make me crash, yeah lil' shawty, she been sniffin' that snow
Written by: Max Shain, Nathan Snider, Zachary Symons-Rodgers
