mook – mood lyrics
[produced by marimba & frank dukes]
[intro]
f-ck all you n-ggas and b-tches
i’m tryin’ to get it, n-ggas ain’t with it (let’s get it)
that’s why i’m loving this life that i’m living
countin’ this money is such a good feeling (count up)
when i ain’t have it, b-tches was tripping
now that i got it, they be in their feelings
told that lil’ b-tch get the f-ck out my mansion
don’t hit my phone if you ain’t talking business (oh no)
[chorus]
i got my foot on the gas
foreign is going too fast
if i get down on my last
might have to put on that mask
i want a whole lot of cash
spend it and get it right back
pull up with racks in the bag
tryin’ to forget ’bout the past
[verse 1]
i fell in love with the money
double cup, it’s so muddy
hope it’ll take ‘way the trouble
all this gas keep me goin’
n-ggas tryin’ to take from me
walkin’ ’round with it on me
late nights, get lonely
all i know is get money
i had to run up them bands (bands)
ain’t n0body get me nothing
i had to come up with something
turn a dollar to a hundred
p-ssy n-gga, you don’t want it
i ain’t never go for nothing
i’d be walkin’ ’round stuntin’
and i dare a n-gga touch me
if a n-gga run up on me
shooters, they gon’ get to bus-sin’
play the game like a russian
and we all like cousins
splittin’ bread like brothers
came from the same struggle
had to learn how to hustle
now, we get it off the muscle
[chorus]
i got my foot on the gas
foreign is going too fast
if i get down on my last
might have to put on that mask
i want a whole lot of cash
spend it and get it right back
pull up with racks in the bag
tryin’ to forget ’bout the past
[verse 2]
the foreign’s goin’ too fast
i fell in love with the cash
don’t understand why you mad
better go flip you a pack
being broke, sh-t sad
remember nights we ain’t had
remember flights we ain’t took
now my flights overbooked
me and knock in a coupe
pops got us in a booth
fans, they love what i do
’cause i’m only speakin’ the truth
i’m givin’ back to the youth
i know they watching my moves
and the floor’s too smooth
i ain’t never gonna lose
i ain’t never been a fool
always had a little sense
i ain’t never stayed in school
always had a little sense
back then, i ain’t get it
finessin’ really make you rich
got to go and get the money
never stressin’ bout a b-tch
[chorus]
i got my foot on the gas
foreign is going too fast
if i get down on my last
might have to put on that mask
i want a whole lot of cash
spend it and get it right back
pull up with racks in the bag
tryin’ to forget ’bout the past
[outro]
i got my foot on the gas
i got my foot on the gas
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