Tropicana Video (MV)

Look everything I say is dope
If I mothaf*ckin' spit it
I'm Brandon Mosc dawg
They need me to get it
Man the money and the bitches
Is my only f*cking mission
Shoutout all the women
That be twerking in the kitchen
Listen, if I ain't got it yet
Bitch it's a given
Prison, Where I'mma have to be when they go missing
I'm pitching bitches visions of my riches
When you're surrounded by the bread
You get followed by the pigeons
You know what it is
When you working in the business
Ain't nobody feeling you
Till you bring in the business
I'mma bring it in if enough people f*cking hear this
I ain't even writing
Bitch I think I caught the spirit
Feel like it's
Making me write and
I couldn't be frightened
Cause it just may be my friend
My pen always catches fire
When I'm writing
I am always enlightened
When I am lighting
I then
Go to my notes and begin to type in
Vibrant lyrics to make it feel like a lightning bolt
What's caught in the bottle
Play this f*cking record
And the models start to follow
I don't know
Exactly when it started
But I had the juice before I ever was an artist
El jefe
Tu sabes que yo no compromete
Jugando contigo como si fuer juguetes
Quiero el dinero mas que yo quiero mujeres
Porque yo primero quiero comprar un cohete
Ferraris
Lambo's
Rings like Thanos
So I'mma pull more strings than a white boy with a banjo
You know what to do
It's the young boy with the juice
Drink bottles of goose
I'm bout to get these bitches loose
We pretty much just filling up the cups
I got the juice
Let me know if it's enough
I fill her up right before I fill her guts
Tropicana juice I got the punch
Tropicana on them hoes
Arm & hammer on the floow
So that everybody knows I'm Alabama on the polls
Y'all shit lame
Brought pajamas to the show
Everybody sound the same
You just think that they would know
I ain't bout to quit it
Bitch I'm bout to hit it
Reflecting on my bitches with the mirror on my ceiling
Aye Slick no sleep
If I see a bitch in heat
Skipped lunch
Cause I had a Puerto Rican thing to eat
Hole weak when she leave
Like I had a whole week
Everything I say is gold
I ain't talking gold teeth
Listen closely
You can hear it through the whole speech
I'm a goat eat
Got blood
On my goatee
So if you think you the GOAT
Bitch you shouldn't have told me
Funny how your time is over
If I put an O.T
Have your wifey dancing to me
Cause she know this hoe beat
Word to Joe B
When I make a track I O.D
And I
Don't do this for clout
Never been what I'm about
Pussy boys don't run they house
So instead they run they mouth
But I run them out of town
You know what to do
It's the young boy with the juice
Bring bottles of goose
I'm bout to get these bitches loose
We pretty much just filling up the cups
I got the juice let me know if it's enough
I fill her up right before I fill her guts
Tropicana juice I got the punch