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mook - goddamn lyrics

[produced by trippy t beats]

[intro]
no, no
godd-mn
they don’t show no love

[chorus]
godd-mn
just a young n-gg-, tryin’ to get it
godd-mn
they don’t show no love in my city
godd-mn
smoking gasoline until i’m silly
godd-mn
stack it up until i get a milli’
godd-mn
just a young n-gg-, tryin’ to get it
godd-mn
they don’t show no love in my city
godd-mn
smoking gasoline until i’m silly
godd-mn
stack it up until i get a milli’
godd-mn

[verse 1]
i just wanna stack this money up
n-body show no love, had to get it out the mud
told her to po’ me up, i’m too geeked up off them drugs
different city every week, every night, a different club
everybody comin’ ’round, they didn’t never show no love
i’m in-and-out of town, told the dj “turn me up!”
hope i don’t spill my cup, told my gang “i won’t give up”
watch that money double up, n-gg-s be switchin’ up
i don’t know who i can trust, they don’t love you ’til you up
he get too close, he get bust
let my n-gg-s chop ’em up
i can’t help but go and get it, smoking gas until i’m silly
you hatin’, n-gg-, really, i’m counting hundreds and fifties
i just turned a dollar to foreign cars and b-tches
i be catching flights, i’m going city-to-city
i just wanna stack it, i can’t wait to get a milli’
they be tryin’ to stop me, they can’t wait ’til n-gg-s k!ll me

[verse 2]
i can’t show no love to these b-tches, godd-mn
i started with nothing, trying to get it, godd-mn
i’m taxing like uncle sam, you can’t get me on your song
i do this sh-t for my fam and my n-gg-s dead and gone
boy, you better close your mouth, i’ll let two off in your dome
my youngins’, they at your home with them choppers
they’ll lay you down
i’m tired of playin’ ’round, girl, no i don’t play around
i’m smoking on this gas, it’s elevating my sound
you n-gg-s coming ’round, watch who i hang around
new rappers coming out, they be trying to take my sound
and they don’t show no love in my city, when you down
but, when you get that money, everybody acting down
chopper to up his face, i’ll bet it’s gon’ sit him down
this water on my neck, i bet it might make you drown
go get you a check, you can’t get it sittin’ down
and don’t be tryin’ to flex, if you know that you ain’t down

- mook lyrics

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