Type monëy

Lyrics

[Chorus] 5.56, big bullets to the head (Woo, woo) I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal? I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (Woo, woo) Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (Skrrt), I already said that shit (Skrrt) Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (Hol' on, hol' on), I already planned that shit (Bitch) I was just swervin' the motherfuckin' Tonk', swervin' this shit right out the motherfuckin' bottom Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a Perc', I'm not drinkin' moscato (Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on) I'm sippin' on lean, lean, no green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (Phew) Yeah, I'm poppin' the motherfuckin' X (Hol' on), lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (Hol' on, hol' on) Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, bitch Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (Bang, bang), yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (Bang, bang) I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the Demon (Skrrt), straight off the curb, bitch (Luh curb) Yeah, seven-seven-seven, send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to God, bitch (Phew) [Verse] Yeah, you don't know who we are bitch (Uh-uh, uh-uh) I got dirty money buried in dirt, type of money, put that boy on a shirt (Shirt, shirt) Type of money make the bitch go berserk, type of money make that bitch go twerk (Uh) Type of money I could ruin your world, and type of money I could take your lil' girl This type of money got me runnin' the world This type of gun, it 'bout to hit in his bowels 'Bouta shoot 'em up, but this is not heroin Roll 'em down and dish 'em out from the barrel I got mob ties way before all of us I'm a big star, call the astronomers Got a big car, it gon' fit all of us Bitch, you gon' need a mil' to feature one of us I don't wanna talk, no, I don't wanna converse Back in the trap with no sign of a hearse Bonnie and Clyde, got a Glock in her purse, oh, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah) We them boys who be poppin' them tags, bitch When that bitch wanna fuck, go 'head Yeah, my Glock shoot his shot like a fade Bitch, we know that you broke, keep tabs on ya Bitch you trippin', you off of them tabs Like a snake, bitch, we hide in the grass Made this shit out the motherfuckin' lab Made it easy, this shit from the ground I wanna live too, this a jam And she sit on the beach, she a shell We ride, we look covered in rags Inside the Urus, the bitch all red (Yeah) Bend the bitch back and I bust on her head (Yeah) One, two, three, four shots leave him dead (He dead) 5.56, big bullets to the head I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal? (What's the deal?) I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (Woo, woo) Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel (Woo, woo) [Chorus] 5.56, big bullets to the head (Woo, woo) I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal? I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (Woo, woo) Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (Skrrt), I already said that shit (Skrrt) Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (Hol' on, hol' on), I already planned that shit (Bitch) I was just swervin' the motherfuckin' Tonk', swervin' this shit right out the bottom Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a Perc', I'm not drinkin' moscato (Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on) I just been sippin' on lean, lean, no green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (Phew) Yeah, I'm poppin' the motherfuckin' X (Hol' on), lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (Hol' on, hol' on) Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, bitch Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (Bang, bang), yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (Bang, bang) I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the Demon (Skrrt), straight off the curb, bitch (Luh curb) Yeah, seven-seven-seven, send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to God, bitch (Phew) [Outro] Woo, woo (Phew, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woo, woo Woo, woo, woo Woo-woo-woo-woo