Money Motion
Bout my Mula
My heart cold
Straight out the cooler
If she see me
You might lose her
F*ck her like I never knew her
I don't want no friends
Just backends
They faker than they jeweler
OG in the game
Top five
Like I'm Carlos Boozer
All he do is post money and guns
But he is not no shooter
Dry ice in the pack
It always land
I need my hundreds bluer
He the type to wife her
After we one night
And run right through her
Stack that money now
Ball later
Win don't be no loser
Used to play the field for picks
Lonely nights
Me and my blick
All I want is money
Swear it's never pressure bout no bitch
I was broke and down bad
F*cking her just like I'm rich
Nigga play we go cover zero
Lock up and send a blitz
Florida boy
This shit so major
We got nine's
We got sticks
Trama since a jit
Am who I am
And I can't be fixed
They think I forgot
But that Get Back
Gone heaven sent
If you want to leave
Do you baby
Swear you won't be missed
In Miami
Like I'm uncle Danny
When we score it's six
I could pass the ball
But my youngins don't need no assist
You gone choke soon as you hit my spliff
This ain't no average shit
Forever lit
Always in the mix
Gone hustle til we rich
Money Motion
Bout my Mula
My heart cold
Straight out the cooler
If she see me
You might lose her
F*ck her like I never knew her
I don't want no friends
Just backends
They faker than they jeweler
OG in the game
Top five
Like I'm Carlos Boozer
All he do is post money and guns
But he is not no shooter
Dry ice in the pack
It always land
I need my hundreds bluer
He the type to wife her
After we one night
And run right through her
Stack that money now
Ball later
Win don't be no loser
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Money Motion
Bout my Mula
My heart cold
Straight out the cooler
If she see me
You might lose her
F*ck her like I never knew her
I don't want no friends
Just backends
They faker than they jeweler
OG in the game
Top five
Like I'm Carlos Boozer
All he do is post money and guns
But he is not no shooter
Dry ice in the pack
It always land
I need my hundreds bluer
He the type to wife her
After we one night
And run right through her
Stack that money now
Ball later
Win don't be no loser
Used to play the field for picks
Lonely nights
Me and my blick
All I want is money
Swear it's never pressure bout no bitch
I was broke and down bad
F*cking her just like I'm rich
Nigga play we go cover zero
Lock up and send a blitz
Florida boy
This shit so major
We got nine's
We got sticks
Trama since a jit
Am who I am
And I can't be fixed
They think I forgot
But that Get Back
Gone heaven sent
If you want to leave
Do you baby
Swear you won't be missed
In Miami
Like I'm uncle Danny
When we score it's six
I could pass the ball
But my youngins don't need no assist
You gone choke soon as you hit my spliff
This ain't no average shit
Forever lit
Always in the mix
Gone hustle til we rich
Money Motion
Bout my Mula
My heart cold
Straight out the cooler
If she see me
You might lose her
F*ck her like I never knew her
I don't want no friends
Just backends
They faker than they jeweler
OG in the game
Top five
Like I'm Carlos Boozer
All he do is post money and guns
But he is not no shooter
Dry ice in the pack
It always land
I need my hundreds bluer
He the type to wife her
After we one night
And run right through her
Stack that money now
Ball later
Win don't be no loser
Bout my Mula
My heart cold
Straight out the cooler
If she see me
You might lose her
F*ck her like I never knew her
I don't want no friends
Just backends
They faker than they jeweler
OG in the game
Top five
Like I'm Carlos Boozer
All he do is post money and guns
But he is not no shooter
Dry ice in the pack
It always land
I need my hundreds bluer
He the type to wife her
After we one night
And run right through her
Stack that money now
Ball later
Win don't be no loser
Used to play the field for picks
Lonely nights
Me and my blick
All I want is money
Swear it's never pressure bout no bitch
I was broke and down bad
F*cking her just like I'm rich
Nigga play we go cover zero
Lock up and send a blitz
Florida boy
This shit so major
We got nine's
We got sticks
Trama since a jit
Am who I am
And I can't be fixed
They think I forgot
But that Get Back
Gone heaven sent
If you want to leave
Do you baby
Swear you won't be missed
In Miami
Like I'm uncle Danny
When we score it's six
I could pass the ball
But my youngins don't need no assist
You gone choke soon as you hit my spliff
This ain't no average shit
Forever lit
Always in the mix
Gone hustle til we rich
Money Motion
Bout my Mula
My heart cold
Straight out the cooler
If she see me
You might lose her
F*ck her like I never knew her
I don't want no friends
Just backends
They faker than they jeweler
OG in the game
Top five
Like I'm Carlos Boozer
All he do is post money and guns
But he is not no shooter
Dry ice in the pack
It always land
I need my hundreds bluer
He the type to wife her
After we one night
And run right through her
Stack that money now
Ball later
Win don't be no loser
Writer: Rashad Guyton Jr
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