Bitch, I'm countin' all this money Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' wit a Mac Yeah, she callin' me her cutty
Bitch in her thirties Passed down my buddy
Pass it to my buddy Yeah, we gonna run a 50
Got these niggas chasin' dreams Like her name is Ms. Lucky
Hope he's sellin' all the things But she not finna f*ck me
Never even buy a ring Cause that bitch hella rusty
Yeah, that bitch hella rusty Put her in her pants
And you smell that shit musty I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, that bitch hella crusty This ain't beef about a bitch
Nah, bitch, I'm bout the money Switch up my flow
All my niggas all roll Never even fold
Yeah, that's how it go out the window
Smokin' up a heavy bowl With my duo
We never gonna even fold Yeah, we never even gonna fold
Oh, yeah, that bitch all hella cold Yeah, we floodin' up a damn mob
Yeah, we at the f*ckin' damn top
Bitch I'm countin' all this money Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' with her man Yeah, she callin' me her cutty
Bitch in her thirties Passed down my buddy
Count up these rounds in this .9 milli stick
Flyin' high through the sky like I'm Rick since a jit, I been the shit
I'm slick, so I slide quick F*ck what they say, I'ma die rich
Trappin' out nem bricks She suckin' on my dick
Love my money, love my bands Love these hoes, love the fans
Acid drippin' down my glands Walk around like Im the man
Got some bands, I'm hangin' out of my motherf*ckin' pants
Bitch, you know I count it up, bad bitch on my lap
And, you know she suck it up And that bad bitch in the back
Yeah, yeah, we in that truck and I'm countin' up, I'm countin' up
I'm countin' up these hunds Runnin' up a bad bitch
Yeah, you know she gon' suck
Got my khakis on
Got that black shirt on Got the threes on
Yeah, you know what I'm on Bout to hit a lick
Bout to go do some bad shit might just go and hit a bad bitch
Yeah, might pour my cup up with some mud Might throw up and do a another
Do it all again, cause I don't give a f*ck Do it all again
Cuz that be RayGun
Countin' all this money, Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt,And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' with a Mack, Yeah, she callin' me in her cutty
Bitch in her 30s,Pass it down to my buddy
05 Mac - Muddy Cups Lyrics
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Bitch, I'm countin' all this money Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' wit a Mac Yeah, she callin' me her cutty
Bitch in her thirties Passed down my buddy
Pass it to my buddy Yeah, we gonna run a 50
Got these niggas chasin' dreams Like her name is Ms. Lucky
Hope he's sellin' all the things But she not finna f*ck me
Never even buy a ring Cause that bitch hella rusty
Yeah, that bitch hella rusty Put her in her pants
And you smell that shit musty I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, that bitch hella crusty This ain't beef about a bitch
Nah, bitch, I'm bout the money Switch up my flow
All my niggas all roll Never even fold
Yeah, that's how it go out the window
Smokin' up a heavy bowl With my duo
We never gonna even fold Yeah, we never even gonna fold
Oh, yeah, that bitch all hella cold Yeah, we floodin' up a damn mob
Yeah, we at the f*ckin' damn top
Bitch I'm countin' all this money Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' with her man Yeah, she callin' me her cutty
Bitch in her thirties Passed down my buddy
Count up these rounds in this .9 milli stick
Flyin' high through the sky like I'm Rick since a jit, I been the shit
I'm slick, so I slide quick F*ck what they say, I'ma die rich
Trappin' out nem bricks She suckin' on my dick
Love my money, love my bands Love these hoes, love the fans
Acid drippin' down my glands Walk around like Im the man
Got some bands, I'm hangin' out of my motherf*ckin' pants
Bitch, you know I count it up, bad bitch on my lap
And, you know she suck it up And that bad bitch in the back
Yeah, yeah, we in that truck and I'm countin' up, I'm countin' up
I'm countin' up these hunds Runnin' up a bad bitch
Yeah, you know she gon' suck
Got my khakis on
Got that black shirt on Got the threes on
Yeah, you know what I'm on Bout to hit a lick
Bout to go do some bad shit might just go and hit a bad bitch
Yeah, might pour my cup up with some mud Might throw up and do a another
Do it all again, cause I don't give a f*ck Do it all again
Cuz that be RayGun
Countin' all this money, Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt,And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' with a Mack, Yeah, she callin' me in her cutty
Bitch in her 30s,Pass it down to my buddy
Smokin' on this blunt And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' wit a Mac Yeah, she callin' me her cutty
Bitch in her thirties Passed down my buddy
Pass it to my buddy Yeah, we gonna run a 50
Got these niggas chasin' dreams Like her name is Ms. Lucky
Hope he's sellin' all the things But she not finna f*ck me
Never even buy a ring Cause that bitch hella rusty
Yeah, that bitch hella rusty Put her in her pants
And you smell that shit musty I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, that bitch hella crusty This ain't beef about a bitch
Nah, bitch, I'm bout the money Switch up my flow
All my niggas all roll Never even fold
Yeah, that's how it go out the window
Smokin' up a heavy bowl With my duo
We never gonna even fold Yeah, we never even gonna fold
Oh, yeah, that bitch all hella cold Yeah, we floodin' up a damn mob
Yeah, we at the f*ckin' damn top
Bitch I'm countin' all this money Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' with her man Yeah, she callin' me her cutty
Bitch in her thirties Passed down my buddy
Count up these rounds in this .9 milli stick
Flyin' high through the sky like I'm Rick since a jit, I been the shit
I'm slick, so I slide quick F*ck what they say, I'ma die rich
Trappin' out nem bricks She suckin' on my dick
Love my money, love my bands Love these hoes, love the fans
Acid drippin' down my glands Walk around like Im the man
Got some bands, I'm hangin' out of my motherf*ckin' pants
Bitch, you know I count it up, bad bitch on my lap
And, you know she suck it up And that bad bitch in the back
Yeah, yeah, we in that truck and I'm countin' up, I'm countin' up
I'm countin' up these hunds Runnin' up a bad bitch
Yeah, you know she gon' suck
Got my khakis on
Got that black shirt on Got the threes on
Yeah, you know what I'm on Bout to hit a lick
Bout to go do some bad shit might just go and hit a bad bitch
Yeah, might pour my cup up with some mud Might throw up and do a another
Do it all again, cause I don't give a f*ck Do it all again
Cuz that be RayGun
Countin' all this money, Sippin' on this muddy
Smokin' on this blunt,And I'm f*ckin' on your mommy
Yeah, she f*ckin' with a Mack, Yeah, she callin' me in her cutty
Bitch in her 30s,Pass it down to my buddy
Writer: Joshua James
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid