Money Flow Lyrics

She know I'm having motion, it's dog shit in my jeans

I did Amiri all year, it's time to play Celine

Me and Zim snatched all them strikers, I knew we ran through a bean

Me and Dir bipping in that ride, man, that's a bloody scene

I keep pouring up the muddy, I vent to my double cup

I keep swaggin', kickin' ass, I show em it ain't luck

He try open that back door and that shit got em plucked

They turnt his head to a bowling ball for all that actin' tough

I run em down just me and glocky, I don't need no team

You get up close and whack his ass, bitch you don't need no beam

I don't rock no regular coke boys, they gotta be supreme

My lil bro shoot like Stephen Curry, he should be in the league

I fell in love with blue cheese, it turnt me into a Smurf

We kickin' ass up in that field, bitch, we run the turf

You keep postin' bout your brother, get him out that dirt

You gotta jump out with your brush and then you paint his shirt

Free the town we wack shit, we bout that get back

The last one tried to jump the fence and he got gift wrapped

If Neem say he want a nigga dead, then he gon' get cracked

I went to school with that nigga, he used to get smacked

Bounce out with that yoppa on the park, I'm tryna save the day

And you know we bippin srt so we get away

I ain't pulling over for no cops, it's gon' be a chase

I'm mad ashit, I hit his chest, I shoulda hit his face

D-O-A, I'm in that V, tryna bring a head back

I bounced out on a nigga with a 23 and he ran track

Before the BMWs, we was riding scats

Nigga played, he got bent, I told him, don't lack

When you bounce from out that V you gotta pace ya shot

I don't play around with whores, I be fucking thots

She gotta leave after I nut if she ain't giving drops

That nigga slipped, he got hit all in his tater tot