Mufasa ft. J.o.S Lyrics

Mufasa, getting all my points and I'm moving up the roster

If she come over then it might just cost her, but come in, yeah, welcome to mi casa

I ain't got no kids and she calling me a father

I'm that guy that your daughter like to bother

Sipping, living my life, yeah, living larger

Cause I made it quick, made it fast, made it smarter

They say where you been, feeling like Mr. Carter

I'm back and your hoes, they keep calling

You don't own a manual, but somehow you keep stalling

In the race car, over here, big balling

Left her in the curb, but she came back crawling

You say you up, but somehow you keep falling

Your homies switch on you, yeah, he do a lot of talking

Oh wait, who keep calling

Who keep calling my phone

Who the fuck be calling

Calling my phone

Calling my phone number, shawty know that I'm a stunner

I don't answer, make her wonder, tell her I ain't going

Make her think and ponder looking up the stars above us

Like, where you wanna go

I know that I'm living fast, cause fuck taking it slow

I ain't making the bread but I'm counting up the dough

If you wanna sit around, then fuck it, watch me grow

White girl in the back and she stuck up the snow

Yeah, she stuck up the snow

We stuck up off the snow

Sometimes we be up and sometimes we be low

We the homie Eddy and we got some shit to show

We'll split a test till they see us grab the chrome

They be on they knees, but we gotta let it blow

Bitches be tricking and the dudes be the hoes

Whipping up the fetty and it's looking like some snow

Yo bitch said she wanted me, had to let it go

Yeah, I had to let it go right quick

Yeah, I'm whiping in the fucking Hellcat, yeah, we doing this shit

Yo bitch said she wanted me, had to dip on it

Who the fuck y'all niggas say

Yall fuckin is ( aye)

Who you say you is

Nigga, I ain't never heard of you

Nigga, I'm stacking big bills

Yeah, I dropped the blues on you

Make your fucking money

But these motherfuckers hate me, ooh

Why the fuck you hating on me, nigga

Get a dollar, ooh

Get a dollar in your pocket

Get a dollar from your bitch

I could never fuck with you, nigga

They call me Money Mitch

I've been stacking, stacking, stacking, stacking

All these fucking chips

And these niggas hating on me

Cause they ain't shit

Yeah, they ain't shit