The Demon

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) (Check the score) [Verse] I put money on plates and niggas started gettin' greedy Puttin' bullets through heads the only way we gettin' even They like, "Molly, bring that old shit back, we need the demon" I gave these hoes a chance to get they shine, but they ain't need it Fuck I look like fightin' with some hoes, is you stupid? I'ma get to droppin' shit, I get dirt on my Cuban Heard through the grapevine I lost it, I ain't lose shit Tell these hoes hang that shit up, nuisance How much they payin' you to hop from dick to dick? It ain't enough for me, my baby, I'm too rich Look at my kit, look at my whip, look at my 'fit Fuck a lick, bitch, I look like a walkin' brick They on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout I got my ass done We talkin' money, when I checked, niggas ain't had none Tatted the chopper, we ain't ridin' 'round with handguns Playin' foul, I get the ups, I'm scorin' and-ones I built this shit up from the ground like it was Play-Doh Catch bitches lackin', they say, "Man," like Drego I need to chill, I'm droppin' Perkies in my Faygo We in the trap, you better ghetto knock, don't play, bro The gas prices went up, you got offended (Broke ass) You should guess how much it cost to fill my Benz up Summertime, ridin' with my white Christian Louboutins Ghetto bitch, wintertime, lace my Timbs up My son chain got the V's, not the SIs Your shit won't dance if you hit it with a flashlight To do the shit you wanna do, you wait on tax time I'm the catch, I get a dog nigga to act right [Outro] (Check the score)