More Money

It's Reaper Mook, ****

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I need a bitch that'll go for me

Don't ask questions, she just get to where she 'posed to be

Baby, that's the coach in me

When it come to gettin' money, we can't talk about it openly

Somethin' feel funny, **** ain't who they supposed to be

Be in other **** trenches wit' a secret identity

Glock wit' a button, tryna identify the enemy

My **** in the middle of a war

Out in Cali wit' Mook, actin' like they rappers on the tour

Loadin' up the trap so we can keep puttin' numbers on board

Couple **** on life support, any day, they gon' pull the cord

And I ain't satisfied yet, I want more

More money, more drugs, more bitches

I need more whips, more chains and more switches

Got money in the air, bitches stop and stare

Got the baddest bitch in the club out her underwear

And I ain't even braid my hair

Been lurking on me, but she acted like she unaware

Same night, I had her put them white toes in the air

I'm out of town wit' a bitch wit' blue eyes and blonde hair

Only thing I'm flying out's the work, have it meet me there

**** keep on sayin' the trap dead, but, ****, you just scared, on God

It's Reaper Mook, ****