Click-Clack - Moneyline Lyrics

Get get off my di dick f*ck a buckle I want riches
Hand me down lil nigga look you got yo windows tinted
Think you doing something something wrong wit yo transmission
In the kitchen ima chemist I got wax for my pension
I ain't got no dreams or no nightmares
F*ck a 40 oz sippin clear get me right there
I ain't got no dreams or no nightmares
F*ck a 40 oz sippin brown get me right there

Lil nigga simmer down you are not scared
Can't get nothing done when you live in fear
Hardly wear it down she got long hair
Gold teeth lookin soft that's a lot of karats
My nigga keep it tux but he not married
The crossover smooth I did not carry
I can't touchdown I don't like air
Slow play call my cpa and I'm right there
I ain't got no dreams or no nightmares
What you trippin on sweep the leg we don't fight fair
Cause it could be ya last fight
And his soul his left his body from that last right
Fall back head crack that could be my last breath
My souls left my body from that last left
I ain't got no dreams or no nightmares
F*ck a 40 oz sippin brown get me right there

Hold on hold up money line money down I'm winning
F*ck nigga on Instagram trying flex nigga ye' ain't living
Need condo in Ibiza, molly on me they gone eat it up
I just got me another zip break it down I'ma beat it up
Hold on hold up money line money down had to double up, run it up
Run it up f*ck ya belt buckle that's a hundred bucks
Where I'm from that really ain't no flex you just a mother f*ck
Soul left-from that uppercut disrespected didn't think I'd knuckle up, ain't it funny now