Mood Music (feat. Lobo) Video (MV)

Woo!
I ain't dancing but I'm making moves (Yuh)
I ain't got no problems, got nothing to prove (Nah)
These niggas want me dead, they want me to lose (Yeah)
I make my own f*cking rules, I just pick n' choose (Choose)

Late at night cousin' in Miami (MIA)
Bouta hit the spot with a Spanish mami (Mamacita)
She might hit the blunt, she might take some molly (Take some molly)
All we think about is moving to the valley (To the valley)

Cause we making that dream down the south
Pull up on us, you gon see what we bout
Seems like everybody be copying my sound
Don't rep La Vie if you not with the crown

Bitch I got the crown
Painting up the town
Tearing yo' shit down
Won't ever be found
Grab a styrofoam
Drive up on the go
Feelings are so right
Come alive in the night
F*ck around and get some 4's
Pour it up, we getting low
Who's that knocking on my door?
I think she want some more
All these hoes I get up in
Grab a lighter spark the wind
Start the 'Rari up
Nigga step right in

Count it up!
Count it up yuh!

We making plays, yeah we stacking up bands
Puffing the green nigga, lighting up grams
Chasing the check nigga, coppin' the bags
Counting the racks bitch, I can't feel my hands
Bust it down, it's getting hype
Haven't been home in three nights
Winning is my vice
Put yo' ass out like a light

Making that dream down the south
Pull up on us, you gon see what we bout
Seems like everybody be copying my sound
Don't rep La Vie if you not with the crown

Now we on our way to the top
FERAL is the movement, yeah, FERAL is the mob
Try to step to me, man I'll plug a f*cking opp
Wanna get to know me? Wait for the fall for the drop