Bankhead Polo - Moody Lyrics

Now I suppose I shall have to use force
She actin' so rude right about now
Ay, ay, ay
Bank head pull up

I, I, I can get over it
Girl, why you actin' so rude
I'm just so over it
I'm the only man that fits your food

You know how I'ma do it
Why you so moody
Why you actin' moody
Why you so rude

I'm the only man that fits your food
You know how I do it
Why you so moody
Why you so moody

Why you actin' rude
I'm the only man that fits your food
You know how I do it
Why you actin' moody

Why you so moody
Let it go
She got a pretty face
And she got a booty

But she so moody
Yeah, she so moody
I don't know what got to her
What got into her head

She done been sleepin' with so many niggas in her bed
I can't help her
I can't help her
Damn, I wish I can

I wish I could take her from a man
But I would look like a dummy
I am not no dummy
I'm just a young black man who get money

Fits the food
You know how I do it
Every 24-7
I'm tryna make it to ghetto heaven

You already learned your lesson
Why you cross me
You already know you can't talk to me like that
Nigga wanna play with me like that

You get his shit pushed back
Like his album
Motherf*cker like Drake album
That shit was wack

Why you so rude
I'm the only man that fits your food
You know how I do it
Why you so moody

Why you so moody
Why you acting rude
I'm the only man that fits your food
You know how I do it

Why you acting moody
Why you so moody
Nigga
It's moody season

Getting moody this season
Been in the moody mood
No more good music to listen to
So I had to get back in that studio

Yeah
They might not like this one
I said something about your favorite rapper and stuff
I'm gonna go to the TV

I'm gonna call out my bluff