Moneymarr Bodies Dropping (feat. Q Da Fool)
[Intro: MoneyMarr & Q Da Fool]
Why is everything chrome?
Uh, gang
Niggas be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'
I keep them bands with me, bitch, I'm poppin'
Rich Shoota shit, man, you already know what the f..ck goin' on
Money Marr
Everything is chrome in the future
[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
Niggas be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'
I keep a Michael Draco, that bitch rockin'
I keep them bands with me, bitch, I'm poppin'
If the feds get behind me, lil' bitch, I ain't stoppin' (Skrrt)
Pull up, hop out, and shoot (Bah bah)
AR-15 out the roof
I had to give that lil' ho bitch the boot
I ain't chasin' no bitches, I'm chasin' the loot
Bitch, I'm MoneyMarr, so you know I bring them racks in
Fat butt bitch so I gotta break her back in
Walked down, six sticks all in here like a MAC-10
These niggas be lyin', they ain't gettin' no packs in
Set up the play, I'ma put it in motion
Pour up a line of that Tech like a potion
Nigga, we got them drugs, come from over the ocean
Yeah, I'm smokin' that OG, it's sticky and potent
[Verse 1: MoneyMarr]
I can't f..ck with them boys, they talk on the internet
Rap cap, trap cap, bitch, we ain't into that
He on his block on the Live, yeah, I'm spinnin' that
He said that his bitch but he know that I'm hittin' that
[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
I got my gun everywhere like wifi
We thuggin' for real, he got shot in his right eye
Double C, I spent a bag and I can't lie
She ate up that dick and I gave her a high five
I'm a Rich Shoota, my BM'll never do me like Cierra did Future
I got that AR diamondback, I'm kickin' and shoot shit
Stop flushin' his whip, hit his Honda and loose it
You used to be rich then you turned to a bum, damn
I made a mil' out of crumbs, bitch
I'm in the trap spot, deep in the slums
Just flyin' and travel with them lungs
Bitch, I been thuggin' since yay high
No cut on the work so my junkies, they stay high
I score in the clutch like AI
White hoes on dick at the show, tryna say hi
[Verse 3: MoneyMarr]
Put the Glock to his face, make a f..ck nigga say bye
I'm in the trap smokin' Runtz, yeah, I stay high
Put that bitch in Chanel, now that bitch gon' stay by
Spin a bend when it's night, run it up in the daytime
2019, bitch, I'm switchin' the gears
Got ice on my neck, put the ice on my ears
Yeah, I'm never gon' change, bitch, I trap every year
Put my foot on the pedal, there go 12 in the mirror
I step in designer, no, we not the same
Big gun squad shit, no, this ain't no game
Can't a rap nigga come on my block, take his chain
Stomp him out, beat him up, then we hit at his brain
[Chorus: MoneyMarr]
Niggas be lyin', ain't no bodies droppin'
I keep a Michael Draco, that bitch rockin'
I keep them bands with me, bitch, I'm poppin'
If the feds get behind me, lil' bitch, I ain't stoppin' (Skrrt)
Pull up, hop out, and shoot (Bah bah)
AR-15 out the roof
I had to give that lil' ho bitch the boot
I ain't chasin' no bitches, I'm chasin' the loot
Bitch, I'm MoneyMarr, so you know I bring them racks in
Fat butt bitch so I gotta break her back in
Walked down, six sticks all in here like a MAC-10
These niggas be lyin', they ain't gettin' no packs in
Set up the play, I'ma put it in motion
Pour up a line of that Tech like a potion
Nigga, we got them drugs, come from over the ocean
Yeah, I'm smokin' that OG, it's sticky and potent
[Outro: MoneyMarr]
They talk on the internet
