MOODIE Lyrics

Richie, I just wanna go to the geek party

I don't give a fuck about your attitude I'm goin' up, check the altitude

Look at all the shit that I did for them

They don't even show gratitude

She gon' let me in and she don't give a fuck about her ex

Nor her last dude

She like, why you tweakin' out

Why you spazzin' out

Nigga, you so rude

I don't wanna talk about it

Don't wanna hear about it

I'm not in the mood

When I get to that motherfucking backend

I stack up that cash, that shit help with my mood

When I'm geekin' and geekin

Leaving the earth off these drugs, they help with my mood

When all of my jawns pull up, and they all show me love

That shit helps with my mood

That shit helps with my mood

Grab her thighs in the V, while I'm racin'

Johnson in her mouth, she be tastin

My wood in her mouth, she be facin'

We all got some problems, we facin

Give a fuck bout this shit, but I gotta stay focused

I remember them times, I felt hopeless

Nowadays, when they see me, they notice

I got up and got to that shit on my own

You be moving to childish, but say that you grown

You keep calling for handouts, won't pick up the phone

I was right there with bro when he split his lil dome

He ain't give me the addy, I'm still at his home

Bitch don't disturb me ,when I'm on my zone

She want my Johnson, I gave her the bone

Geeking up with baddie , I'm never alone

And I got these hoes, they in love with the sound and the cadence

Mix the Dolce with the Gucci, the fragrance

She wanna see me, I keep her ass waiting

They want new music, I keep they ass waiting

She been on Johnson list, for years waiting

They lurkin', they watchin', and some of them hating

They rooting for rich, and they hope that I make it

I don't give a fuck about your attitude I'm goin' up, check the altitude

Look at all the shit that I did for them

They don't even show gratitude

She gon' let me in and she don't give a fuck about her ex

Nor her last dude

She like, why you tweakin' out

Why you spazzin' out

Nigga, you so rude

I don't wanna talk about it

Don't wanna hear about it

I'm not in the mood

When I get to that motherfucking backend

I stack up that cash, that shit help with my mood

When I'm geekin' and geekin

Leaving the earth off these drugs, they help with my mood

When all of my jawns pull up, and they all show me love

That shit helps with my mood

That shit helps with my mood