lil mouse x matti baybee – x files lyrics
[hook]
i run up a check, i drip on some racks on my wrist and my neck
they know that we next, i drip on some racks on my belt and my head
my pocket got racks i hop out the rarri and run to the benz
i’m thumbin through bandz, your girl on my bandz, she know i’m the man
she know i’m the man, she know i’m the man, i hop out the lamb they pull out they cans
we get on his -ss finessing for cash and get out the jam
my life is a movie these b-tches is goofies i’m calling them fans
if money the plan, we do what we want, you do what you can
[verse 1: lil mouse]
my diamonds they dance i hop out the mazzi and run to the rarri
my homie hot body he whip out the shotty you get out your body
i can’t see n0body, i ball like i’m scotty just hopped out the rarri
just picked up a thottie she showing her body my shirt is versace
she know i’m the man, i know she a fan, we f-cked in the benz
my diamonds they dance my clothes from france b-tch i’m h-lla bandz
my youngins off xans he hop out the van, bye bye to your man
she hopped on my bandz she know i’m the man i’m thumbin through bandz
i’m balling with matty my pocket got cabbage my homie a savage
i want it i get it i disappear in the foreign like i know magic
i stay with a savage he all about action i ain’t with the lacking
my pocket got cabbage in love with the money girl i gotta have it
[hook]
i run up a check, i drip on some racks on my wrist and my neck
they know that we next, i drip on some racks on my belt and my head
my pocket got racks i hop out the rarri and run to the benz
i’m thumbin through bandz, your girl on my bandz, she know i’m the man
she know i’m the man, she know i’m the man, i hop out the lamb they pull out they cans
we get on his -ss finessing for cash and get out the jam
my life is a movie these b-tches is goofies i’m calling them fans
if money the plan, we do what we want, you do what you can
[verse 2: matti baybee]
we check up this cash these n-ggas they mad we talk on this flash
we walk up in f-gs finessing margiela i walk in the check
she talkin this sh-t, f-ck off me i do not want this lil b-tch
but whatchu know bout, we’ll get you some money stop chasing the crowd
i don’t do not spouse, you best watch your mouth or we be at your house
i pull up with mouse we out at your door then we taking her out
i got out of school started making thousands, sh-t is so wild
these n-ggas is clowns they claimin they balling they ain’t got no fouls
you best keep your b-tch not bring her around cause we bring her down
that money a hound, jesus save me was lost now im found
they call me moolah you say i’m broke but how do you sound
i sound like the man, b-tch you on the hood, my shooter in bandz
we run it up, give no f-ck bout friends
im wit h-lla bandz, you don’t wanna smoke, but what is you sayin?
f-ck all this hate, i gotta stay safe, i can’t take a chance
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