OPRAH MONEY (feat. Yeahthismoh)

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(Kick up on that beat, Moh!)
We go up down, up down
(Moh murdered the beat!)
Uhh
We go up down, plotting on his block my niggas spin around
F*ck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down
Come round, when that shit get messy we gone lay him down
Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about, yeah
I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me
Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me
Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money
Surrounded by them monsters like I'm Percy Jackson
Made him a ghost like Patrick Swayze, got him dirty dancing
Bitch ima die bout my respect I had to turn to rapping
Feel like Criss Angel in the booth now watch me work my magic
And I be riding with them badmons we ain't never did no good deeds
Spliffy gone snatch the chain up off your neck because it look free
Know niggas acting friendly but they still ended up on Dateline
My plug just switched to Android cause he wasn't tryna face time
That pussy steady banging on the net but that's some fan behavior
Bitch we go to war about respect like we some gladiators
Nigga wish he never had to see me we gone answer prayers
F*ck with my niggas that's suicide we call you Hannah Baker
Uh, many men, wishing death on the gang
We hit that boy like Terry Fox he wasn't stepping the same
I'm getting Cash Money like Baby, put respeck on my name
You tryna tempt me like a barber then you catching a fade my nigga
We go up down, plotting on his block my niggas spin around
F*ck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down
Come round, when that shit get messy we gone lay him down
Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about, yeah
I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me
Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me
Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money
Won't sell my soul to get that dough high as Elon Musk
Can't tame my bro he tryna blow just like some sawdust
I feel like Kobe with the fro bitch all my shots clutch
Can't show a thot love, these bitches starstruck
Uh, bitch, no talking, we get rid of the threats
Pull up masked up like Corona the rap my stimulus check
I sent a net banger the addy he ain't hitting my ends
That ransom on him Lil Tecca shit we did it again
We from the boulevard of broken dreams
No hesitation we be striking like a bowling team
We getting checks and spread that shit like we need quarantine
Ain't never snake my dog it's death before disloyalty
We don't call no police
We go up down, plotting on his block my niggas spin around
F*ck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down
Come round, when that shit get messy we gone lay him down
Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about, yeah
I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me
Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me
Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies
Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money

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