Who Want Smoke Freestyle ft. Money Mone Lyrics

Play with us and watch we upping two arms

Like jumping jacks

Every girl they see me comment on

They think I'm fuckin' that

Trap it out to get a couple stacks

Hit your baby mom in my bucket hat

These niggas can't fuckin' rap when I drop a tape They gon' fuck with that

You would think I'm radio how I hit the booth

And go dumb in that

They see me and see money I look at you

And see a punchin' bag

Yes getting to the bag

Zar Zar got shit that I never had

Niggas say they doin' this and that, see him in the Street and it's never that

Damn baby I can't cum in that?

Shit ain't no fun in that

Baggin' up this pressure and they keep comin' back

White girl runnin' through these lines

Just like a runnin' back

We done fuck three times and she tryna run it back

Don't tell me bout no bitch fuck what that ho say

And if I need that shit I hit up Jorge

They gon' have to do they job, fuck them court dates

Nigga come and get this smoke

Cause I got more vapes

7-6-2's eat a whole face

Fuck around and take a nigga whole plate

Never say a nigga name in no case

You'll be a cold case

Took an L on Wednesday

And got the money back by Thursday

Got the money back by Thursday, let's get it

What the fuck is that

Yo Mone grab the fucking strap

Bet not come around if you ain't gang or we gon' switch you up

Lizzy got a beam and it's switched, I gotta stitch him up

Off the pill, boy I feel like Pac when he made him up

Yo bitch beatin' on you just like J-Lo, wish he had enough

Fuckin' on a bitch, my phone ring, who the fuck is that

It ain't bout her back, don't need a trip, I tell her run it back

Beatin' down her walls, back shot, back shots, pullin' out her tracks

Bitch I'm a dog, bitch I'm a dog, I'm beatin' up the cat

And that's the route I'm doin' it

I'm Money Moe nigga

Bottle after bottle, Casamigos in my zone nigga

Illy got the deals upon the pack, just hit the phone nigga

Need a KD of a 7, my boy he get right with you

One phone call, I get a nigga sit you

30 in that, 40 in that, Mac get whole 50

He got whooped, I heard he had blicky

Nigga get to walkin' with a humpback like from Mississippi

BMF, blowin' money fast, feel like Lil Meech

Try and live like God, but I'm in a world full of J-Reeds

Boy my shooter shoot with good precision just like HD

The way I pass the rock to all my guys, feel like Jay-Z

I don't stun a bitch, cause I get money, I ain't no fuckin' goofy

Thumbin' through a check, I get the bag, then I get some Gucci

They effin' me and spit fast, but I act sloochy

Niggas try and kick it, try and kick it like they Bruce Lee

I got China White, take a line of this, my boy it's that dynamite

Triple stack, got me bustin' from the other night

Good sauce, 300 ball, cause it's somethin' nice

Yeah, it's somethin' nice

It's somethin' nice