Ruthless Lyrics

Donovan you killed this melody, the way I'm walk-in on it

Got myself a mic n made some money off of talking on it

Bb with an optic he send shots at his opponents with it

Sayin to much on the net that I prolly couldn't phone these killas

Uh

Watch yo mouth when you be speaking to me

In the subi

Scoli pushing

Like its fuck a speeding ticket

Hold up wait a second give me time

I think I need a minute

They done did to much for me in the passed

For me to leave these killas

You be speaking on my name

I promise I do not associate

I been tucked off on my own

I'm making cover art

Like Procreate

I Only need some love from my bitch

All these hoes can hate

Bought her ass some birks

N then she hit the Joker Face

Huh huh

Yea N then she smiles

Money real fast real long

Man it run for miles

Reese Money, Me Money

Bitch how we coming in style

Thousand dollar iPhone

You going Watch me Pick it up and Dial

Ysl it hold an eight that you be going half on

MoneyMosby is incapable of making bad songs

"He prolly worth about a band"

Ya got ya math wrong

I bet Jmoney finna take yo bitch at the math club

Celebs up in the building you can see it on my bathing ape

Money is the motto

so we finna get some pape today

I Started sellin' tree cuz yo homie, he tried to lace the 8

He said it wasn't fair, but it's his fault, that we play this way

MoneyMo he a bully he gonna take yo lunch box

Fuck BabyTron

They say JMONEY is the punch god

Jordan got the G like Hotwheels he in the stunt box

Take a couple pills and now his ass in a bad spot

Scoli In the back

He flipping thrax

Fuck you thought it was

If we be honest I'm ballin' like I'm really bout my bucks

Antekumpo Giannis pack get slammed

We don't give no fucks

Quacking bout the team and we goin' have to silence all you ducks

Shoutout Donovan

On top of it

I'm ballin' like a wizard outta washington

No stopping it

If he gotta problem we can solve it quick

Ima Popivitch

Way I pop a bitch

Left hook body shot

I'm on my rocky shit

Donovan you killed this melody, the way I'm walk-in on it

Got myself a mic n made some money off of talking on it

Bb with an optic he send shots at his opponents with it

Sayin to much on the net that I prolly couldn't phone these killas

Uh

Watch yo mouth when you be speaking to me

In the subi

Scoli pushin

Like its fuck a speeding ticket

Hold up wait a second give me time

I think I need a minute

They done did to much for me in the passed

For me to leave these killas