Mud Money Lyrics

Wake They ass up I think they sleep again

They done then let Lowdown and Mercy meet again

They like there they go they fucking up the streets again

Man let us in the door we tired of peeking in it

Let them haters know we going up with this

That’s your main hoe in my DM trying to fuck again

I’m not studying bitches I just want these M’s

I don’t talk if it ain’t about my fucking dividends

Stepping on these rats like I am an elephant

Sweet tarts and codeine that’s my medicine

I just pour it out the pint I never measure it

Finger fucking this money then turn me celibate

That bag on me

Hog sitting outside I paid cash on it

Pull off in that bitch and do the dash on em

Got it out the streets that’s why they mad for

Mud money mud money

Pockets filled with gwappy this that mud money

Trap bunking bunking got a dub on me

Mud money this that mud money

Mud money mud money

Pockets filled with gwappy this that mud money

Trap bunking bunking got a dub on me

Mud money this that mud money

Benjamin Franklin

I just left the bank again rubber bands

Bags go for 42 like hank again

I don’t see no strippers but I’m still throwing ones

And I’m kicking pimpin like the son of Don Juan

Mud money drug money

And I got some shooters that’s gone ride for me

All the racks look like I got extra thighs don’t it

Mud money bucket hat this shit design for me

Let’s go

That bag on me

Hog sitting outside I paid cash on it

Pull off in a bich and do the dash on them

Got it out the streets that’s why they mad for

Mud money mud money

Pockets filled with gwappy this that mud money

Trap bunking bunking got a dub on me mud money this that mud money

Mud money mud money

Pockets filled with gwappy this that mud money

Trap bunking bunking got a dub on me mud money this that mud money