Morals ft. Sabo Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

I'm in dis bih wih wih

Yeah

Typa money make a bitch lose track of her morals nigga

Uh

Typa money make a bitch lose track of her morals

Typa money make a bitch lose track of her morals nigga

Typa money make a nigga wanna do sumn stupid

Typa money make a nigga wanna kill me

Typa money make a nigga wanna uh

If you ain't talking money why the fuck is you speaking for

In the booth off a 30

In the booth like Tomo why the fuck is you tweaking for

In booth feeling sturdy

On the verge of the guap

Nigga I just minute

Little nigga don't rush me

Just know if I say Ima get Ima get it

Give a fuck bout a critic

How everybody know what to do if they ain't even did it

It's the truth if I spit it

Way these niggas telling lies they disguise got tailor fitted

In my GBB fitted

Yellow one so you know what that mean

I be with the team cooking like Maxine's

And you know it's heat you ain't gotta ask me

I just leveled up

Yeah

I just pull up

Yeah

Asking them what's up

Yeah

I'm gon let it

Woah

I'm gon let it dump

Yeah

Pull it out the

Yeah

Pull it out the trunk

Hey

She gon eat the nut

Yeah

She go low and suck

Yeah

Huh

Off the drank

Got me stepping like a duck

Yeah

I just stepped up my bucks

Yeah

I just do this shit no luck

Yeah

I'm off the drank got me stuck

Yeah

I'm rare I feel like king tut

Yeah

Hol on

Yeah

Typa money make a bitch lose track of her morals nigga

Uh

Typa money make a bitch lose track of her morals

Typa money make a bitch lose track of her morals nigga

Typa money make a nigga wanna do sumn stupid

Typa money make a nigga wanna kill me