ฟังเพลงOut the Mud (Explicit) (Prod. By London On The Track)

Out The Mud (Prod. By London On The Track) - Money Man/Young Thug/Styles P

Lyrics by：Money Man

Composed by：DJ Dirty Dollarz

Yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Blatt blatt blatt jeeee

I make the pop flip

I'm stacking my chips

Like I'm in Vegas

She gotta have hips

Ain't f**king no RIP

My car is the latest

My pockets on blimp

I'm pissing out zips

My kids are lazy

We go London on cars

Keys all on my cars

I shine like a star

I'm higher than Mars

My jewelry is winning no poo

And this street s**t is in me Ryu

I got tats on my fore arms

Oh s*it s*it

I smoke more trees than a Palm

Hey and I'm blowing no bomb

That FN I got is 'bout loud as a car alarm

Money man

I told her jump inside the bed

I told her open up ya legs

I told her come and use ya head

These n***as beefing over bread

These n***as talking to the Feds

I just go burn a pound of Meds

I buy a brick and shake a leg

I had to go and get it out the mud

I had to turn myself in to a plug

Ain't nobody want to show me love

I had to crawl out from the slums

I cut half these n***as off

'Cause half these n***as too soft

I had to bounce back when I lost

Ran it up now a n***a on me

Yeah

I went to Arizona for a minute

Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket

Baby girl let a plug hit it

I'm a beast when them drugs in me

I'm with the growers out at Cali

They just be tossing bags at me

These n***as use to laugh at me

Now these b***hes throwing a*s at me

Ain't have a shoulder to lean on

Ain't have an OG to put me on

Ran up a hundred thousand on my own

Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong

I'm kicking b***hes out the coupe

I'm giving speeches to the troops

Grab the F n N and let it loose

I just can't snitch on my connect

I just can't go for disrespect

Pour a 40 ease all the stress

Don't make me break a little n***a neck

Streets turning a n***a to a monster

Swear to god a n***a eating Lobster

I keep a cart by all the robbers

That's a hundred rounds for all my problems

Yeah

I told her jump inside the bed

I told her open up ya legs

I told her come and use ya head

These n***as beefing over bread

These n***as talking to the Feds

I just go burn a pound of Meds

I buy a brick and shake a leg

I had to go and get it out the mud

I had to turn myself in to a plug

Ain't nobody want to show me love

I had to crawl out from the slums

I cut half these n***as off

'Cause half these n***as too soft

I had to bounce back when I lost

Ran it up now a n***a on me