Rick & Mort ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Trippin' on this mf, nigga

Money Train

Trippin' by myself, I almost lost count

I count 40,000, why you have to count me out

La Familia we the bros, neva seen a drought

Bad bitch, Like DJ Unc, I made her walk It out

Beat it out the bitch,

We don't talk it out

This bitch I'm talkin' bout

She got a nice bounce

You catchin' 27, I got a 30 ounce

When I'm O.T., I'm lookin' for the girls scouts

You want Qua Qua? You can get her whole

Or by the ounce

Nigga play wit me, I let the wolves out, & I let em pounce

Goin crazy rockin all this shit, I can't even pronounce

I been doin' good, I be stashin' in like three accounts

Got my first case in, I swear I knew that I could do it

Good drank, all it took was three days, for Big Cuz to move it

Get money, don't snitch, that's the message inside my music

Stay down get a bag, lil' nigga is what, I influence

Ran through the sack on 5 Deuce, I feel like Ray Lewis

Unc said he like to use his nose, but he stay shootin'

Put the yay up to the glass, I can see through It

Niggas standin' at my back door, I'm lucky I can peep thru it

Coppin' heavy loads, lil' nigga, yeah, that's large amounts

A 100 grams used to be enough

Now, I just tripled it out

1st 7 off a 9, lil' nigga, I'm givin' it out

Straight drop the load, lil' nigga, we spinnin' it out

Me & Bro be in the lab cookin' like we Rick & Mort

Looked each otha in the eyes, Like we gon' trap, man

We picked our sport

We gon' up the score, if you try to play up on our court

Brodie hit me for some Wock, said he want a quart

& they gon' keep comin' back, cuz they lovin' the flavor

Run up a bag wit yo team, but cut his neck if brodie a traitor

They might think I'm goin' crazy, I'm in love with blue paper

Might just sip this wocky out the bottle, like

Fuck a chaser

Fuck it, Money Train shit,

100Round Gang shit