ASL MASH - Money Trees (Chapter 9) Lyrics

We-we
We-we-we
We-we
We-we missed you mash

Yeah I'm a new nigga on the block
Got your shorty and she all on my top

We got money trees
Cause we count up a lot
And I'm from the raq
Where they carry the sticks

New gas, and we smokin' a lot
I got big bands in my pocket

And I can use it as a rocket uh
Aye lil baby, what you want out of me
She see cash and she feenin' for me
She said, Boogie I'ma f*ck up ya sheets

Told her, she just be talkin' but we finna see
Baby, if you f*ck me right
I'll take you out to paradise
She see me, I spend a hundred thousand

On my new f*ckin' ice
Baby
You been tryna come and kick it lately

She a classic girl so I know she gon' love me
I want a five star bitch
Come and pop out
You look good with me
And we finna run it up
You just gon' see

VICTIMIZED
She wanna come and just smoke, oh
Get her ass high like a kite, huh
Beam on my Glock, I'ma blow, oh

If a big nigga try to fight
And I get that pack for the low, low
If you want it, then you better get it
If I see a opp
I'ma chase em down

I'ma let it off till it's finished
I f*ck that bitch, now she walk with a limp
Playin' these shorties like I was a pimp
And I'm shootin' from deep, I'm not talkin' bout curry

I can't see these niggas cause my vision is blurry
And I'm Juggin' finessing till I make a million
And I'm blendin' with shit like I am a chameleon
And I don't like talkin', I just like to

Shoot
Choppers
Ready
For war

I don't know why I'm so happy
But I think I fell in love
Singing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah I'm a new nigga on the block
Got your shorty and she all on my top

We got money trees
Cause we count up a lot
And I'm from the raq
Where they carry the sticks

New gas, and we smokin' a lot
I got big bands in my pocket

And I can use it as a rocket uh
Aye lil baby, what you want out of me
She see cash and she feenin' for me
She said, Boogie I'ma f*ck up ya sheets

Told her, she just be talkin' but we finna see
Baby, if you f*ck me right
I'll take you out to paradise
She see me, I spend a hundred thousand

On my new f*ckin' ice
Baby
You been tryna come and kick it lately

She a classic girl so I know she gon' love me
I want a five star bitch
Come and pop out
You look good with me

And we finna run it up
You just gon' see

She wanna come and just smoke, oh
Get her ass high like a kite, huh
Beam on my Glock, I'ma blow, oh

If a big nigga try to fight
And I get that pack for the low, low
If you want it, then you better get it

If I see a opp
I'ma chase em down
I'ma let it off till it's finished