D-Block Europe, M Huncho - Mood Lyrics

Uh, hmm
Skate off
Ayy
Snipers out
Ski

Yeah
I told her you ain't gotta worry 'bout us
T-House for a month (yeah)
Seven pounds and it's smellin' like Runtz
I know she steppin' with us
I told the plug I'ma need an abundance
Flooded the city with mud
Top down but we came out the jungle
Baby, it's so different for us
Eight bricks and a stick on a journey
Not always relyin' on luck (fo'sho')
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
Showin' you life's a must (a must)
I told my nigga to hang out the ride
Burnin' these opps like a furnace (yeah)
This is my turn and I'm takin' what's mine, hmm
Sick of the rap niggas, sick of the lies, hmm
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

Gimme the love
Rose gold Richard Mille go woo (Rockstar)
She lovin' my gang
She lovin' the crew (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
To come up in the bando, I shed couple of 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 and my white vest
I might put my darg to the test
I just put the TVs in the rear
And I put some VVs 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 tellin' my youngins, "It's customer first"
He left his lil lady and slung him a bird

Gimme the love
Rose gold Richard Mille go woo (Rockstar)
She lovin' my gang
She lovin' the crew (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 oner to Steve
Told him, "Get high on this food"
'Cause I am leavin' 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 if I put on my wrist
That's takin' the piss for real
Eight figures on the way
I'm takin' a 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 trill
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 brizzick
For the sake of these digits, oh

Gimme the love
Rose gold Richard Mille go woo (Rockstar)
She lovin' my gang
She lovin' the crew (Rockstar)
I think this money is changin' my mood (money changin' my mood)
I think the money is changin' my mood ((money change my mood, yeah)