Mood lyrics

[Produced by Marimba & Frank Dukes]

[Intro]
f*ck all you n*ggas and b*tches
I'm tryin' to get it, n*ggas ain't with it (Let's get it)
That's why I'm loving this life that I'm living
Countin' this money is such a good feeling (Count up)
When I ain't have it, b*tches was tripping
Now that I got it, they be in their feelings
Told that lil' b*tch get the f*ck out my mansion
Don't hit my phone if you ain't talking business (Oh no)

[Chorus]
I got my foot on the gas
Foreign is going too fast
If I get down on my last
Might have to put on that mask
I want a whole lot of cash
Spend it and get it right back
Pull up with racks in the bag
Tryin' to forget 'bout the past

[Verse 1]
I fell in love with the money
Double cup, it's so muddy
Hope it'll take 'way the trouble
All this gas keep me goin'
n*ggas tryin' to take from me
Walkin' 'round with it on me
Late nights, get lonely
All I know is get money
I had to run up them bands (Bands)
Ain't nobody get me nothing
I had to come up with something
Turn a dollar to a hundred
pus*y n*gga, you don't want it
I ain't never go for nothing
I'd be walkin' 'round stuntin'
And I dare a n*gga touch me
If a n*gga run up on me
Shooters, they gon' get to bus-sin'
Play the game like a Russian
And we all like cousins
Splittin' bread like brothers
Came from the same struggle
Had to learn how to hustle
Now, we get it off the muscle
[Chorus]
I got my foot on the gas
Foreign is going too fast
If I get down on my last
Might have to put on that mask
I want a whole lot of cash
Spend it and get it right back
Pull up with racks in the bag
Tryin' to forget 'bout the past

[Verse 2]
The foreign's goin' too fast
I fell in love with the cash
Don't understand why you mad
Better go flip you a pack
Being broke, sh*t sad
Remember nights we ain't had
Remember flights we ain't took
Now my flights overbooked
Me and Knock in a coupe
Pops got us in a booth
Fans, they love what I do
'Cause I'm only speakin' the truth
I'm givin' back to the youth
I know they watching my moves
And the floor's too smooth
I ain't never gonna lose
I ain't never been a fool
Always had a little sense
I ain't never stayed in school
Always had a little sense
Back then, I ain't get it
Finessin' really make you rich
Got to go and get the money
Never stressin' bout a b*tch
[Chorus]
I got my foot on the gas
Foreign is going too fast
If I get down on my last
Might have to put on that mask
I want a whole lot of cash
Spend it and get it right back
Pull up with racks in the bag
Tryin' to forget 'bout the past

[Outro]
I got my foot on the gas
I got my foot on the gas