Mutumbo Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Watch us speed in the whip and we going too fast

And I hope we don't crash

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Watch us pull off the lot and we going too fast

And I hope we don't crash

They think that we mad

We pushing the max

We after the cash

We getting them bags

Yeah

Damn this weed kicking my ass

Shut the fuck up little nigga don't know to relax

I can't fuck with everybody they getting off track

No

I can't chill with them

I said no

I don't need no friends

I said no

I can't lend no hand

No no no

Get Mutumbo bandz

No no no

No no no

No no no

I ain't got shit to lend

Better get off your ass

And go make you some mufuckin bandz

Had to get out my ass and go get it

I didn't have friends

Now I slide with the baddest bitch passenger

Licking her lips

Woo

Woo

Damn I'm the hardest

Don't even get carded

I'd rather have custom

I left Neiman Marcus

The way that I'm flexing

It made me a target yeah

Woo Woo

Don't play my trump so no need to get pardoned

Mortal Kombat finish I never do start it

I'm Commander-in-Chief you not even a sergeant

I just had me an interview now I'm recording

Enjoying the views city to city I'm touring

I just revved up the motor I'm speeding I floor it

Fuck my bitch now in the kitchen cook more than porridge

Not even rich

But look and I move like I'm rich

They coming my way

I knock it out the park like a pitch

Been getting my money off music I'm finding my niche

Had to watch out for Rico's

Because I be Money Mitch yeah

Watch us pull off the lot and we going too fast

And I hope we don't crash

They think that we mad

We pushing the max

We after the cash

We getting them bags

Yeah

Damn this weed kicking my ass

Shut the fuck up little nigga don't know to relax

I can't fuck with everybody they getting off track

No

I can't chill with them

I said no

I don't need no friends

I said no

I can't lend no hand

No no no

Get Mutumbo bandz

No no no

No no no

No no no

I ain't got shit to lend

Better get off your ass

And go make you some mufuckin bandz

Had to get out my ass and go get it

I didn't have friends

Now I slide with the baddest bitch passenger

Licking her lips

Woo Woo

Jumped off a plane and got right to a bag

Just after making a bag

Can't even lie

Sometimes it's hard to react yeah

Woo Woo

Burner on me it's making me sag

Told my shawty put it right in her bag

Pussy ass nigga he making me mad

I know I be tripping I need to relax

That money for lawyers it's sit in the stash

Wait now hold up

I know that I'm getting off track

I know that I need to stay on the bag

I be watching their movements

I'm sharp as a tack

I can never let nothing come fuck up the bag

Riding around with my queen and I know that she bad

I know that both of my baby mama's mad

Hold up I roll up and take me a drag

I know it's nothing to get to the max

They talking weird I just give them the shaft

Suck my

I'll pass

That money calling I'm doing the dash

Money different ways more than just rap

Don't call my phone if it ain't about cash

Don't call my phone if it ain't about cash

Don't call my phone if it ain't about cash

No