Mood lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Whoa
Cap
Capo
[?]

[Chorus: CAPOREE]
f*cking b*tches, living right
Lay her down, give her pipe
Shopping sprees, private flights
Smoking out the bag [?]
f*cking b*tches [?]
Give you the check if you do right
Tryna move with me, do you move right?

[Verse 1: CAPOREE]
f*ck a [?] got my [?] right
[?] got the mood right
[?] make sure the [?] right
[?] racks on me, but my jeans tight
I'm a get the racks [?]
Break it down [?] green [?]
Put a dub on your head, that's a green light
[?]
f*cking hoes [?]
Hitting licks, getting riches
Get the racks, I spend it
These n*ggas pus*y [?]
Running through the [?]
Hit the road [?] money [?]
Stack the money tall, make the racks [?]
[?] go hard, no love, no feelings
[?] f*cking hoes
Run it up, get the [?]
Running through bands, truckloads
[?] Roles Gold
Drop the [?] on you [?]
Double back on you, spray some more
[?] make them go go
Thousand bands in the air, that's a [?]
[Chorus: CAPOREE]
f*cking b*tches, living right
Lay her down, give her pipe
Shopping sprees, private flights
Smoking out the bag [?]
f*cking b*tches [?]
Give you the check if you do right
Tryna move with me, do you move right?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got that b*tch going harder than [?]
f*cked up her jaw sucking me off a percie
Bro on the block [?] he working
Investing in stocks [?] my mama [?]
Ride with my stick, that sh*t sing just like Fergie
Can't hang with no broke n*gga, no, I'm elergic
No, I can't f*ck on you, b*tch, I'm too perfect
n*ggas be dumb, they can't get passed the surface
Pop [?] trunk, doing doughnuts on [?]
[?]
Know I be rich, I've been plotting since [?]
Open my jewlery box, look like a e rink
Suck on my di*k, brush your teath, watch your highjean
Me and Capo [?] hoes on [?]
I mean, Capo and I took them hoes there
[?] both there
[Chorus: CAPOREE]
f*cking b*tches, living right
Lay her down, give her pipe
Shopping sprees, private flights
Smoking out the bag [?]
f*cking b*tches [?]
Give you the check if you do right
Tryna move with me, do you move right?