Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
Ain't with the 9 to 5 I cannot wait on deposits
I used to wake up with nickels and dimes
In my pocket
I made some change after puttin' some dimes
In my pocket
Dropped outta Humber
When I switched the lineups for lockin'
Pull up to Butter, hop out the muhf*ckin' Ub
I pay the cover to cruise
Pullin' out forties to move
I cannot order the booth
Bitch I got orders to move
We both got something in common
Numb, at this point it's a problem
Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
Keep it a buck, yeah
She wanna f*ck, yeah
Want it then I'ma go get it
I'm never stuck, yeah
Working for everything
I can do everything
She wanna rob me like Chyna
She at the back of the lineup
She see me rockin' designer
I do not shop at the thrift
All of my women are gifts
They see me workin' the wrist
I cannot date it's a no
I keep my shit on the low
I take my order to go
Then I eat my steak in my robe, yeah
Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
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Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
Ain't with the 9 to 5 I cannot wait on deposits
I used to wake up with nickels and dimes
In my pocket
I made some change after puttin' some dimes
In my pocket
Dropped outta Humber
When I switched the lineups for lockin'
Pull up to Butter, hop out the muhf*ckin' Ub
I pay the cover to cruise
Pullin' out forties to move
I cannot order the booth
Bitch I got orders to move
We both got something in common
Numb, at this point it's a problem
Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
Keep it a buck, yeah
She wanna f*ck, yeah
Want it then I'ma go get it
I'm never stuck, yeah
Working for everything
I can do everything
She wanna rob me like Chyna
She at the back of the lineup
She see me rockin' designer
I do not shop at the thrift
All of my women are gifts
They see me workin' the wrist
I cannot date it's a no
I keep my shit on the low
I take my order to go
Then I eat my steak in my robe, yeah
Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
Ain't with the 9 to 5 I cannot wait on deposits
I used to wake up with nickels and dimes
In my pocket
I made some change after puttin' some dimes
In my pocket
Dropped outta Humber
When I switched the lineups for lockin'
Pull up to Butter, hop out the muhf*ckin' Ub
I pay the cover to cruise
Pullin' out forties to move
I cannot order the booth
Bitch I got orders to move
We both got something in common
Numb, at this point it's a problem
Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
Keep it a buck, yeah
She wanna f*ck, yeah
Want it then I'ma go get it
I'm never stuck, yeah
Working for everything
I can do everything
She wanna rob me like Chyna
She at the back of the lineup
She see me rockin' designer
I do not shop at the thrift
All of my women are gifts
They see me workin' the wrist
I cannot date it's a no
I keep my shit on the low
I take my order to go
Then I eat my steak in my robe, yeah
Might not respond to your text
That all depend on my mood
I might just hit up my ex
That all depend on my mood
Ain't with the fool shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit
Really I'm not in the mood
Yeah, I like my money in cash
I like my cup full of Ac
Order the Uber to dash
Me and my bitch in the back
Ain't with the fool shit, not in the mood
Ain't gotta prove shit, not in the mood
Writer: Jevon Kennedy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid