Muney Feenz Lyrics

Fuck, I look like needing a gang, ho I'll rock out by myself

You got nuts then let them hang, you can't get right, you gon' get left

Where I'm from is super slime, know YSL, but still free jeff

Need my bitch just like my weed, you know I'm smokin' on top shelf

In the kitchen, I've been whippin', I've been feelin' like a chef

They ain't listen to a glisten, they had act like they was deaf

I went missin', not to mention, ranned up 30 like I'm chef

I've been leanin', off the lean', but still got Glock right on my belt

This not shein it's muney feens , pls don't worry bout what we wear

have you ever served a fiend? & seen the laws, just stop and stare?

Me and bro, we hack the bank, I swear this shit ain't fair

Grab my hood and put it on, they screamin' that I'm rare

Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, hell nah, I ain't with the drama

They say Deuce keep goin' up, you the bomb, just like OSAMA

I got no hoe in my blood, put that shit right on my mama

Told the bros don't show no love, when you rock out with that lamma

Okay, okay, okay, okay, please don't give me started

Jump right out the top, rope lit, man, I feel like I'm Jeff Hardy

Slim bitch like she coi le ray, she say she don't go to parties

Mixin' lean with lemonade, my white, boy, he say I'm narly

I don't need a gang i'll rock out by myself