Joint ft. MuneyP Lyrics

Money

Keep it cool bro, you fuckin' with a joint

The opps woofin', they don't really want the noise

Ask around, bitch, I been one of them boys

Shoot a nigga down foul like I'm tryna score three points

But keep it cool, bitch, you fuckin' with a joint

Them other niggas, they ain't really gettin' no coins

Ask around, bitch, I been one of them boys

I post for 50 on the gram like I was tryna prove a point

Said she wanna fly, nigga, well, I'ma joint

Up a hundred, bitch, tryna check my points

Best out, lil' nigga, I'm the choice

Said she wanna blow me down, I'm the reason for the moist

Got a hundred on my body, just some brand new toys

Got a bad bitch with me, she a brand new toy

Snakes in the grass, I know I had to mow the lawn

Cullin' too big, I'd rather drive the Dawn

Bulletproof's stupid, them trucks is fully armed

Cannabis too big, them blunts will weigh a ton

Pullin' up three rolls Royce's, is like back to back

On my arm, two big bitches, they fully stacked

I bought a brand new Beamer just to go crash

You pull up stock, two-seater, then you bad

Keep it cool, bro, you fuckin' with a joint

The opps woofin', they don't really want the noise

Ask around, bitch, I been one of them boys

Shoot a nigga down fire like I'm tryna score three points

But keep it cool, bitch, you fuckin' with his joint

Your mother niggas, they ain't really gettin' no coins

Ask around, bitch, I been one of them boys

I post with 50 on the ground like I was tryna prove a point

These niggas hurry, but don't know what money is

I'm not a fan of these clowns or the funny business

I'm in the wind, chasing Ben with a couple bitches

Just get it in for the win or I'm ducking bitches