Mood Video (MV)

No i'm not stella i'm back to my groove
Paid and you know that's the mood
N****s be mad it ain't shit you can do
Go get that bag, nd just worry bout you
Floss up my neck catch me stuntin
A n***a gone flex when he never had nothing
Chasing a check catch me running
No time for a leach, with the breesh i be touchin
Mood mood
Paid nd you know that's the mood
Mood mood
Sick with the dough i got blues
Mood mood
Paid nd you know that's the mood
Mood mood
Sick with the dough i got blues
Payday the mood that i'm feelin tho diamonds they rocking on me like a mineral... literal
Better go stack ya residuals
Dyverse come and hear this guy verse they cant f*ck with me lyrical
My circle tight like a cheerio, been raisin my brand this shit cereal
Getting this money no miracle, been dumpin on beats this shit critical
Chasing the bag i hit fifty, cant f*ck wit my fits nd you know i stay drippy
My n****s run up gott the grippy
Hit em up yup make em twirl like he blicky
The world on my neck iput on for my city
In a world full of neck yea you gone see the pity , you know that my city get gritty
Put two in his chest like some titties
All bout that cheddar but won't catch me snitching
A.i gotta ball 76ixes
Watch who you bro cuz these n****s be switchin
Informing the ops yea you know that they phishing
Wet em up quick now he swimming with fishes
Don't interfere when it come to my chicken
Don't talk off my ear unless its bout business
My mood is just strictly bout stacking these digits
Mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
Paid nd you know thats the
No i'm not stella i'm back to my groove
Paid nd you know that's the mood
N****s be mad it ain't shit you can do
Go get that bag, nd just worry bout you
Floss up my neck catch me stuntin
A n***a gone flex when he never had nothing
Chasing a check catch me running
No time for a leach, with the breesh i be touchin
Mood mood
Paid nd you know that's the mood
Mood mood
Sick with the dough i got blues
Mood mood
Paid nd you know that's the mood
Mood mood
Sick with the dough i got blues
Ima ona whole different timing
Money the motive keep me in alignment
N****s wanna see me dying
I stay with these clipse cuz a n***a be grindin
Man i gotta gift with this rhyming
But they don't want you to be better
Copped a world piece ain't no metta
Get in my mood nd stack chedda
Dyverse come nd hear this guy verse
I preach what i say cuz icant be the worse
N****s is trash niggas is dirt
N****s is ass like under a skirt
You catching this brass put you in the earth
You might see the flash, then shooter disperse
Haul ass to the bag, catch up to the birk
I'm balling pass, touchdown on ya turf
Hatin ass n****s gone lurk in depression
Shooter pick em off interception
Run up on me boom smith and wesson
Ain't no even second guessin
Leave him a mess and
Go get a watt like a texan
Dyverse come here this guy verse if did i mention
I be killing these beats i'm relentless
Get off ya ass get a pension
Mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
Paid nd you know thats the
No i'm not stella i'm back to my groove
Paid nd you know that's the mood
N****s be mad it ain't shit you can do
Go get that bag, nd just worry bout you
Floss up my neck catch me stuntin
A n***a gone flex when he never had nothing
Chasing a check catch me running
No time for a leach, with the breesh i be touchin
Mood mood
Paid nd you know that's the mood
Mood mood
Sick with the dough igot blues
Mood mood
Paid nd you know that's the mood
Mood mood
Sick with the dough i got blues