Mobster ft. Redda Lyrics

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