Mobster (feat. Redda)

Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay On the fucking moon lil bitch, Havin' my lil way, lil bitch I be on the shrooms, yeah I see night as day lil bitch Bitch, I'm makin' noise, you can't stop me Bitch, I'm in the hills, it's gettin, rocky sixteen Got a gold plaque on me now I'm twenty-two, they cannot fuckin' stop me Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Ice on my fuckin' wrist, okay Yeah, I'm about to take your bitch, okay pussy boy get blicked, okay Set him up, he got tricked, okay I know you think that you know me, yeah But you not my Brodie, I be bored at the top It get lonely I'm a part of the mob, bitch, I'm tony Yeah, we shinin', huh I'm so high yea, I'm glidin', yeah I get a bitch two two tone She so excited, yeah I put my wrist on froze And that's been how I had it, yeah I need my neck rose gold That shit so classy, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah From the jump bitch, I'm havin' my way Gettin' money, gettin' cake Turned her up, but that girl is a snake Now I'm laughing' my way to the bank All that pain it add fuel to the tank Now I'm goin' so crazy, I'm goin' insane Got dog shit, got munun, yeah Look at me now, I could just make it rain And I've been out of town so much, yeah I feel like my second home is the plane And I've been by the ocean so much, yeah I feel like I got me a tropical fragrance Yeah, sliming' me out never a chance Sliming me out, never again Got a new girl, yeah, she the one, yeah, she the one I keep it low-key, I'm misunderstood Super subtle, but my socks yea they chrome Marni with the Ricky, hoe yea it's on, this balenci not no com des garçon I was down, I was feelin' alone Got no complaints, I've been puttin' it on I got no complaints, I've been havin' my way You can't handle no gun, boy, your wrist might sprain Don't go out my way for no beef, but I'll spray I promise you, boy, I'm tryna maintain I was goin' through so much damn pain Yeah, I'm level-headed and I'm cool But some days I don't really wanna playin' nice, yeah Nigga fuck around and play with me He might get trolled out his life, yeah Outer space with a K on me The Martian slide in the night, yeah I swap out and get me a new one to pull up Yeah, I'm about to get right, yeah Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay Getting that money, okay I'm on them drugs, okay