moneymarr – emotions lyrics
[intro]
your majesty
[chorus]
gotta ride with the stick, tear a hole in his whip
he gon’ swerve when he shoot so his pole got a grip
i’m a rich nigga, i ain’t gonna fold ’bout a b-tch
shots fired, put a hole in his lip
put the pot on the stove, beat the bowl, i’ma whip
hit his block, send shots, gotta go, gotta dip
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, got a load on my hip
called that nigga my bro, he a ho ’cause he switched
tryna run up a check, tryna reach for them m’s
i ain’t worried ’bout a b-tch, i ain’t beefin’ with him
fuck an opp, i’ma slide, i ain’t tweetin’ with them
see a b-tch with an opp, i’ma leave her with him
i been ballin’ real hard, i don’t need no rim
i can tell niggas cap, i can see by the brim
i been rollin’ good gas, all leaves, no stem
i been slimin’ him out, chopper sneeze on him
[verse]
now pounds on the scale, no fish
went to shop on my neck, tryna ice out my wrist
i’ma gucci my shirt and givenchy my kicks
gotta work hard for it when you’re livin’ like this
put the bag on his head, no, i ain’t gotta diss
drop a stack for the vip then go fuck up the bliss
i’ma whip out the stick, i ain’t throwin’ no fist
everybody wanna hate, got me feelin’ like chris
when i touch back down, tryna fuck on my b-tch
want a house on the hills but that shit on my list
ain’t livin’ his rhymes, nigga, tell him to miss
nigga, i beat that pot ’til that white shit stiff
you keep actin’ like somebody that you not
if you really ’bout that action, send some shots
[chorus]
gotta ride with the stick, tear a hole in his whip
he gon’ swerve when he shoot so his pole got a grip
i’m a rich nigga, i ain’t gonna fold ’bout a b-tch
shots fired, put a hole in his lip
put the pot on the stove, beat the bowl, i’ma whip
hit his block, send shots, gotta go, gotta dip
i ain’t duckin’ no smoke, got a load on my hip
called that nigga my bro, he a ho ’cause he switched
tryna run up a check, tryna reach for them m’s
i ain’t worried ’bout a b-tch, i ain’t beefin’ with him
fuck an opp, i’ma slide, i ain’t tweetin’ with them
see a b-tch with an opp, i’ma leave her with him
i been ballin’ real hard, i don’t need no rim
i can tell niggas cap, i can see by the brim
i been rollin’ good gas, all leaves, no stem
i been slimin’ him out, chopper sneeze on him
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