MUDD Money Video (MV)

Hey, Tuan
Hey, Taco

Honeycomb diamonds on top of my pink ring
Just cause I'm throwin' the B
They try to send in a bitch
Hoping that it get them closer to me
I started sippin' on yellow, so mellow
Cuz' I graduated from green
Whole sweat suit from MUDD money
You still not this clean

I got a taste of the finer things
Just from findin' fiends, Whoa
Nigga got flipped for 350, nigga
That's a 3.5 to me
I'm freestylin' crack prices, that's a dope verse
Yeah, I'm face-f*ckin' your ho till her throat hurt
He find out we f*ckin', threatened to expose her
And she still f*ck me again for some closure
I stand in my hood, nigga, like a motor
And you not from the street from the 'burbs
Yeah, you not from the street on the curb
Pet peeve for fake gangsters, they get on my nerves
If you found me on the net, you wouldn't know that I serve
If you catch me on Old Nat, then I probably would purge
I wasn't even tryna get this damn icy
Made a play at my jeweler's, said, f*ck it, I might as well splurge
Let's Go
I walked in that bitch drop racks, flood, walk out
Got so many pints, turn the trap to a wok house
So much white, turn the trap to a rock house
Got a bust down Carti' and the ring for the knockout
Taliban rag on my head cause we came up hostile
Gave the game to my dawgs, if it nuke we won't fall out
Niggas tryna keep you from the goal like a good-ass box out
Til you hit the top, try to switch teams, pop out
I rather thug this shit out for myself
Fore, I let one you, bum niggas say, gave me help
I need me a three gram, lil' wood in the booth
And the deuce in the juice
And that's just for my health
I'm tired of the rap cap, f*ck that
Let's play Big Bank, take Lil' Bank right now
Yeah, I'm with the nigga, that be upin' the poles
And make a pussy nigga pipe down, yeah
Mm-hmm, mm, mm, mm
Mm-hmm, mm, mm
OK, EA

I got the honeycomb diamonds on my pinky ring
Just cause I'm throwing a B
They tryna send in a bitch
Hoping that it get them closer to me
I started sipping the yellow, so mellow
Cuz' I graduated from the green
I got a MUDD money sweat suit bitch
And you still ain't this clean, god damn
And you still ain't this clean
And you still ain't this clean, god damn

I'm thinking 'bout cutting them off
F*ck that, this my block, I might just run them off
Watch out for the cross, like lacrosse
They may not be hard, but the gun is not soft
Mm, when you in these streets, it's a lesson we all learn
(Mm-hmm)
I got a cut out a crash-out, or we'll all burn
(Mm-hmm)
I ain't even have to spin, cause it was my dog turn
(Mm-hmm)
But the murder on my chest, just like some heartburn
(Mm-hmm)
You gotta think about this shit that you do in these streets
That shit weigh on my head
That's why I don't even like beef Cause I get to that point, no return. Want him dead
I won't even play, boy up on my wrist, it's a Carti
You know I bang whole lotta' Red
I am VIP, better yet, GOAT
I will never need you, remind me what I said
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm