$$$ MISSION lyrics

[Intro]
(RXLVND)

[Chorus: Sk8star]
I ride wit' a blicky
He smoking mid, that sh*t got her dizzy
I feel like Uzi, "Balenci, Balenci"
I got yo b*tch she choosy, she picky
Don’t f*ck with this sh*t, cause this sh*t can get sticky
This bih' petite, she don't got titties
Imma f*ck wit her cause I know she wit it
Step on that boy but I got some tennis
I’m with the guys n*gga you tripping
We wipe him down, don't show no pity
Big ass fye, ride through the city
b*tch get him lined, I need commitment
I ain’t have sh*t lil' n*gga I was p*ssy
I’m on a money, money mission
I think the guap my motherf*ckin' religion

[Verse 1: Diorvsyou]
In love with the money my palms steady itching
I’m in love with designer, my boy lovе his swiss
If you wanna come try it, boy come press yo issuе
Damn, and did this bih' so bad, I might risk it
Damn, she keep ridin' the boat, London Tipton
I get so high on my own like I'm Whitney
Yea, this b*tch she bi
Whenever I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, yea she f*ckin' my b*tch right here with me
And I got my slime by my side
If I go in, then he goin' through thick and thin with me
I might lose my mind 'bout the dollar sign
I'm tryna' get rich without trying like 50
I'm locked in with Sk8, but no we don't skate
But I'm on my grind, I might 50/50
And I'm not surprised, this b*tch prolly miss me
LA with a vibe, this b*tch tryna' kick it
[Chorus: Sk8star]
I ride wit' a blicky
He smoking mid, that sh*t got her dizzy
I feel like Uzi, "Balenci, Balenci"
I got yo b*tch she choosy, she picky
Don’t f*ck with this sh*t, cause this sh*t can get sticky
This bih' petite, she don't got titties
Imma f*ck wit her cause I know she wit it
Step on that boy but I got some tennis
I’m with the guys n*gga you tripping
We wipe him down, don't show no pity
Big ass fye, ride through the city
b*tch get him lined, I need commitment
I ain’t have sh*t lil' n*gga I was p*ssy
I’m on a money, money mission

[Verse 2: Diorvsyou & Sk8star]
And I got a KelTec
My boy got that sh*t at the show
Yeah, my damn slatt
I done ran them racks up before
I need millions
I need millions
Give a f*ck 'bout your feelings
I gotta' stack that sh*t up, yeah for all my children
Her pus*y bald head
Yeah, like Krillin
f*ck what the cops said
n*gga we killin'
Yeah, f*ck what the law said
Yeah, my P.O. keep trippin'
f*ck what that broad said
That b*tch better mind her business
I put these racks on his head
Yeah, we stand on business
I really count up dead
That sh*t keep me healing
I really love her, but she bad for me
Gotta' keep my distance
I really love her but I'm numb to this sh*t
No love, I can't feel sh*t
[Chorus: Sk8star]
I ride wit' a blicky
He smoking mid, that sh*t got her dizzy
I feel like Uzi, "Balenci, Balenci"
I got yo b*tch she choosy, she picky
Don’t f*ck with this sh*t, cause this sh*t can get sticky
This bih' petite, she don't got titties
Imma f*ck wit her cause I know she wit it
Step on that boy but I got some tennis
I’m with the guys n*gga you tripping
We wipe him down, don't show no pity
Big ass fye, ride through the city
b*tch get him lined, I need commitment
I ain’t have sh*t lil' n*gga I was p*ssy
I’m on a money, money mission