not in da mood Lyrics

Oh my gosh, Deggie

She like, oh my gosh, Deggie, how you stay doing this shit

She like, oh my gosh, Deggie, how you so damn rich

They like, oh my gosh, Deggie, I'm tryna be like

I'm tryna be like this

I'm tryna be like you

These niggas, they follow my steps

I think they need to get a clue

In a Bentley, shit, got no roof

I got sauce, bitch, I got the juice

Off the wock, bitch, I'm in a loop

Drop a band on a couple hundred shoes

Kicking ass, feel like Sensei Wu

Don't talk, I'm not in the mood

She don't fuck, I'm not in the mood

They talking, I'm not in the mood

And they stay watching how a nigga move

And the opps gotta get removed

And the guap is stacking from my shoes

Stop touching me, I'm not in the mood

I got money on my mind

I don't care if the bitch is a dime

I don't care if the bitch real fine

I got money on my

I don't care if she giving me signs

I gotta do this before it's too late

I gotta couple movements, I got plays

Niggas don't understand the grind every day

I don't care if they don't show love

They dissing, I don't give a fuck

My circle real small, it's the money and us

I'm looking at life, this shit get tough

I tried to find love, but I just couldn't cuff

I stay working on myself, trying to go up

Went M.I.A Are they looking for me

Went M.I.A Where is Deggie

My money up like confetti

These bitches keep playing with me, it's tiring

These niggas don't listen, they stay riding

The outside, I stay smiling

Inside, really, I'm dying

And still, I'm still making racks

And still, I'm still making stacks

Still, I'm not in my bag

Lil' nigga, I went and got a bag

And still, a nigga's pockets fat

These niggas, they don't know how to act

We gon' catch a nigga, fold em arts and craft

I be counting this money like it's math

We be turning these niggas into fracs

We be turning these niggas into gas

All I care about, money and the cash

Sipping wock, bitch, I'm sipping ack

With the guys, chilling with my slatts

Tired of bitches doing me bad

Tired of bitches doing me bad

Bitch, I'm really motherfucking mad

Hop on the beat, I'm from the spazz

Niggas talking like they get some cash

She like, oh my gosh, Deggie, how you stay doing this shit

She like, oh my gosh, Deggie, how you so damn rich

They like, oh my gosh, Deggie, I'm tryna be like

I'm tryna be like this

I'm tryna be like you

These niggas, they follow my steps

I think they need to get a clue

In a Bentley, shit, got no roof

I got sauce, bitch, I got the juice

Off the wock, bitch, I'm in a loop

Drop a band on a couple hundred shoes

Kicking ass, feel like Sensei Wu

Don't talk, I'm not in the mood

She don't fuck, I'm not in the mood

They talking, I'm not in the mood

And they stay watching how a nigga move

And the opps gotta get removed

And the guap is stacking from my shoes

Stop touching me, I'm not in the mood

I got money on my mind

I don't care if the bitch is a dime

I don't care if the bitch real fine

I got money on my

I don't care if she giving me signs

I gotta do this before it's too late

I gotta couple movements, I got plays

Niggas don't understand the grind every day