MONEY MISSION

Album cover art for "MONEY MISSION" by Stunna Cold & BB Knight

Stunna Cold & BB Knight - Rap

MONEY MISSION

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[Intro] Yeah Luxury Music Yeah, yeah, uh Huh yeah Huh, huh [Chorus: Stunna Cold] On a money mission, I can't stop until I get it Need it quick, in an instant, yeah woah Always striving I'm persistent, yeah woah I get to tripping my nigga I'm with it My nigga I'm handling business Top of the pillar feel like Percy Miller My nigga my card got No Limit Riding on us Niggas be acting they ain't with the static boy they ain't on none I'm on a paper trail for real, lil boy I follow the funds I slice a loaf, no crumbs Pockets they on me bun Rocks on the Ricks, they dunks Swear on my soul can't tuck my tail, bitch I never run Speak from the chest my lungs, ha [Verse: Stunna Cold] Yeah, aye Aim it at your head boy, try it watch I bless him Nigga you gon need some blessings playing with the reverend I got me some new hoes, promise I ain't stressing Better know your lesson You a bitch, you know that and confessed it You a snitch, you know that and confessed it You's a bitch ha [Verse: BBKnight] What's the problem You a snitch, I know what's really wrong with you Little nigga you a bitch I just pulled up with a P90, yes little nigga a candlestick I just came up with your bitch little nigga And just way too fucking lit Yeah I'm off Teremana made her drive the boat Baby we was going all in I can't trust a snake, niggas moving fake They was never really my kin So I sit back cause I'm off the drugs nigga I was popping narcotics Came up in this bitch I'm doing my thing I'm looking like really what's the problem These ones just talk about me they hate me cause I be stuck in my dollars They wouldn't even try cause they already know I pull out that Pippi Longstocking No, no dropped in, in this bitch I don't want her she slow, slow I just pulled out my diamonds, they hitting like froze-oze I just came in the car and whip it slow, slow She wanna fuck on me okay lets go, go Riding around with a lil hoe, let's get that pole. pole I know I'm getting rich, I'm never going poor, poor I need a cup, need pour, pour Fuck nigga might get exposed-sposed Exposed-osed Taking my percs I'm slow, slow I'm off the drugs, I'm off fasho-sho She just wanna fuck on me, let's go, go

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Credits

Writers
  • Stunna Cold
  • BB Knight