Money Martino - Meantime Lyrics

Ooh
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
Oh Oh Oh
Ooooooohhh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oooh
Just let it go
I need low hoes for my photos
Low pros on my motos
You lover cause
She money hungry
She a dancing queen
Gone loco
Yo
Co-co get my nose froze
What the f*ck is goin' on
ChiChi bring the molly for me
I need get my roll on
Hunnids make her turn on
She a bird bitch and I like it
You got a friend?
Go on, get it then
See me whip the Benz
While they dykin'
Ooooh
And I always been on my lone
Mission to keep all these bitches in order yeah
Get to the coooast
Wait for the drop
On my life I'ma hold it down
Pop a few bottles
I'm poppin da mollys
My watch looking polished
I'm ready to GO
Hop in the mazi
We puttin' on mileage
I'm smokin' thru coppas
Then coppin' some mo
Ridin' down the interstate
High with the
Top Down
No Time
Show me what
You got now
Act up
I'ma hit her with the pow pow
Peakin' on a molly I ain't gone stop now
And I ain't tryna
Make a scene
I'm just tryna
Make some cream
Now we just livin the dream
And you know me
I'm bringin the team
Yeah
Now this be the sound
That we movin' to
Got two fists in the
Cup don't know what to do
I put this together
Inside of my Civic
While I was higher than a vegetable
Huh?
The rhythm melodic
I waited on it man
Charly Parlay on a roll
So now it's a party
That hoe gotta body
I'll take two that's on it to GO
She wanna strut round
She don't f*ck round
She want bust it down
I don't pay to f*ck
Straight water on me
And that pussy fire
She a married bitch
Man, f*ck that guy!
On some new shit
Need a new bitch
And a new car
With a full kit
I
Don't got no time for the bullshit
And no I don't feel no emotions
Yeah
I know she got questions
I ain't got no answers
Cause the real truth bout last night
Is I can't remember hoe no
Shot myself in the foot
That's a Plaxico
Why does this molly feel like it's some Fentanyl?
Body call Cos in need a some medical
All of my soldiers
Ride for the general
Know what she want
Want
She wanna do me
Told that lil' bitch
Hold on
We makin a movie
Oh yeah
Oh you a groupie
Appreciate ya honesty
Can't stand when a hoe
Try to lie to me
But it's okay
If you just trying to lay
Got some china white
If you on to me
And tonight gone be
A wild one
She ride the boy til the cows come
Sober she wanted Ramada
Drunken she f*ckin for nada
And if that's your baby
I'm sorry
I don't mean to start up no drama
I tell them no
Speak a no English
Don't worry tu sabe mi pana
One for the money
Two for the show
Three for that bitch that I left On the coast
7-11 she open for show
Slip her some coke
She wanna float
I do the most
F*ck that lil' B
Throwin' them bows
We got the grease
We get the doooough
We got the cheeeese
You overdosing
Too many beans
Ew
I'm not for the playing a games
I'ma not one to be bet against
21 on the spin for the day
I'ma take just a whiff for the Pace
It took time to deliver? That's Great
I'm sorry it took a few takes
I hope that you checkin the clock
I don't got no time for the fakes
I, I I just wanna f*cker
In the meantime
Whoa Whoa show her how we do it on the east side
Wet Wet Wetter than a bitch she a beast now
Reh Reh God damn ready for the streets now
Yer Yer
See you bouncing heavy when the bass low
May May
Madeoff wit the bands no case close
Whoop whoop there go police only when I ride by
I, I I just wanna f*cker
In the meantime
I just wanna f*cker in the meantime
I just want f*cker in the meantime
I just wanna f*cker in the meantime