Letra de Mood - D-Block Europe

(Feat. M Huncho)

Yeah, I told her "You ain't gotta worry 'bout us"

T-house for a month (Yeah)

Seven pounds and its smellin' like runtz

I know she steppin' with us (For real)

I told the plug, "I'ma need an abundance"

Flooded the city with mud (For real)

Top down, but we came out the jungle

Baby, it's so different for us

Eight bricks and the stick on the journey

Now, he's relyin' on luck

I told my lady, "You're thick and you're curvy, baby, I'm tryna fuck"

Said you give up and these niggas ain't worthy

Showing you life's a must (A must)

I told my nigga to hang out the ride

Burnin' these opps like a furnace

This is my turn, and I'm takin' what's mine, mm

Sick of the rap niggas, sick of the lies, mm

First time when I fuck on a perc

And I thought I didn't like it (Like it)

The first time when she fuck with the kid

She said "How am I like this?"

There ain't no love

Rose Gold Richard Mille, ooh (Rockstar)

She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (Rockstar)

I think this money is changin' my mood (Money, changin' my mood)

I think the money is changin' my mood

Yeah, rich nigga opinion, I got a rich nigga opinion, yeah

Deals flyin' all winter, and I get you slimed out by a minion, yeah

Hate all these niggas, I'm sick of 'em, yeah

Wrist is one-hundred, the flick of it, yeah

Look at my jewels, I might shed couple tears

The come up in the bando, I shed couple years

We go AP for the time

My Jordan 4's are Off-White

My eyes are lazy, I look tired

Can't explain to probation I'm high

Richard Mille in my white vest, uh

Might put my darg to the test

I just put the TV's in the rear

And I put some VV's in her ear

My nigga fuck up the crack game

Run it up like it was his career

You might think he's a football player

In the club like he plays for the Spears

Oh, shit, I mean plays for the Spurs

I run up a check and I stuck to my word

I'm telling my youngens "It's customer first"

He left his lil' lady and slung him a bird

There ain't no love

Rose Gold Richard Mille, ooh (Rockstar)

She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (Rockstar)

I think this money is changin' my mood (Money, changin' my mood)

I think the money is changin' my mood

They cannot do what I do, I barely fit in this coupe

I'm feelin' so in my bag, they cannot fuck up my groove

I threw a wunna to Steve, told him "Get high on this food"

'Cause I am leaving the life, I can't be sane in this mood

I know I'm goin' all glad, I put a price on your head

Four figures, that's less than one eighth that I put on my wrist

That's takin' the piss for real (Yeah, yeah)

Eight figures on the way, I'm takin' the piss, for real

I'm tryna be friends with Richard before all the Richard Milles

This money gave me all the thrills

This money made me miss some meals

This money made me keep it chill

And I planned for this shit

Let it snow in this bitch

Boost the men from this shit

Now, we say that we did it

We don't ball with a limit

You a snitch, we can't kick it

Risked my life for a business

For the sake of these digits

There ain't no love

Rose Gold Richard Mille, ooh (Rockstar)

She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (Rockstar)

I think this money is changin' my mood (Money, changin' my mood)

I think the money is changin' my mood

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