Money Bags ft. PlayBoiCy Lyrics

Uh

Just got done my mixtape, uh

Just got done my mixtape, uh

Just got done my mixtape, uh

Just got done my mixtape, uh

Just got done my mixtape, uh

Just got done my mixtapes

It only took 6 takes

In the sun, let my wrist bake

Oh wait, mistake

Got the racks, gone need a big rake

Global Warming on the way for shits sake

Music floating on icloud

Fam see me, they like i'm proud

It's my time to shine now

Haven't ate in a day

Last time i tried was may

Graduated, call me the big fish

Keep a R.I.C.O on me, Like i ate a fish stick

Feeling like Meek in his prime

I got teeth, and they grind

Sheets full of wine

Who is me?

Let's rewind

Ain't even got the time

Freestyle when i want

Shorty rolling up my blunt

Write when i stunt

Smoking off the runts

Hungry, what's for lunch?

She was kinky

Call her Keke or Cece

She can't please me

She a FEFE, Ryan Higa, TeeHee

She was lazy, call her kitty, Katy

Bring her to the city lately

But she won't date me

but i got my 80, won't use it

Rappers toting guns, are you stupid?

Got my Ruger, Steve Nash a real shooter

Big yitties, hooters

OVO, i'm keeping a drake

OVO, i'm keeping a drake

Ok Keke you know you fuck with CC

Expose the title

Pop the kitty, just to expose it

Run around my city fresh as Satan

Ran a mile, just to make you smile

Wonderful world we live in

666 flip it around

Clowned a thot act like I ain't notice

Antisocial me

Antisocial club, wearing Vlone,

Cause i like to stay alone

I'll aim two at ya dome

All those fake ass smiles around me

I don't need them around me

Ran a mile just for your love

I don't do lovey dovey, ok

Shower thots coming out pretty soon

I got your bitch wet, i can put a bet on that

My heart been broke too many times, im sorry

Your sister loves to lick dick its okay mister

I been tryna dodge the system

Johnny Phantom going ghost

Dated a thot

Put a red dot on me

All she wanted was a head shot

Like ketchup

But you need to catch up

First shot, shotta live going live

How you rob your own mans

You don't need that

I had to get it on my own time

Credit score amazing on my own time

Had to come with a stick

Your sister loves sucking dick, its okay mister

Dismiss her pass her, dismissed imma pass

I didn't mean to pray better days

I ain't pay for these baguettes, on these days

Don't text me

I hate my email, damn

Not Gmail, but AOL

Team tailed

I got a new phone

Keep yo booking up

I ain't booking wit yo tone

Booking wit yo tone

You loud as fuck, damn

Keep it a buck

You ain't making a song with me

I'm charging a big hefty fee

So, if you can pay that

Fucked on yo bitch

And she lay back on the team

That's the only way you gone pay back

8,000 a song

8,000 switching up a song, like a baton

Fuck yo bitch, i got 9 sons

Damn, why am i so thirsty?

She so thirsty, for my milk, damn

All the drink, i done spilt, damn

I done spilt