Rackedout - Money Monday Lyrics

I ain't gon talk bitch ima pop it it's out my hand I can't stop it
(Whole lotta Whole lotta)
Whole lotta DTS shit
Whole lotta
(Whole lotta)

I ain't gon talk bitch ima pop it
Once I send that blitz that shit out of my hands I can't stop it
I just grabbed some glass I'm waiting on the cook so I can drop it
I got all cash f*ck a wallet
My young bitch confusing everything I do she like clock it
(she like clock it)

Two bad bitches best friends but they both tryn taste me
(but they both tryn taste me)
One light young Miami
One dark like JT
(One dark like jt)
Thankful for the swipes it got me eating good like Keith lee
(Eating good like Keith Lee)
Bro in love with strikes he know how start the car without the key
(Start without the key)

I was doing bad I was on my ass now look at me
(Now look at me)
Ion want no f*cking Justice I wan see niggas on a tee
(I wan see niggas on a tee)
Yea I wan see niggas bleed
Niggas gotta feel my pain
(Niggas gotta feel my pain)
Swear to god I ain't f*cking stopping till you feel that flame
(Until you feel that flame)

I was down bad on my dick ain't stress I'm like i know it's coming
(Ik it's coming)
I watched broski start off selling dimes and now his trap jumping
(And now his trap jumpin)
Shit hot okay we took a break but now we back hunting
Off my shot hittin a model from the back I got her running

She got a man so she text me on her spam it's getting crazy
(Getting crazy)
Money Monday nigga go and get a bag stop being lazy
(Like what the f*ck stop being lazy)
Money Monday nigga go and get a bag stop being lazy
(Like what the f*ck stop being lazy)
Went broke ran that shit right back up ain't let it phase me
(Hell naw I ain't let it phase me)

Skipping class I was out tryn get a bag was always truent
(Was always truent)
Ion really talk a lot but bout that bag I'm speaking fluent
(About that bag I'm speaking fluent)
Sending threats you gon do what to who that Nigga stupid
(That nigga dumb)
Man that nigga Betta use his f*cking brain before he lose it
(His brain before he lose it)

DTS shit motion back to back we turnt up in the bity
(Yea we turnt up in the bity)
Every glizzy gotta beam he try run we gotta Ricky
(He try run we gotta ricky)
Damn bro you was my dawg how the f*ck you turn Mickey
(Like how the f*ck you turn mickey)
On my soul I'm gon get rich or die trying like I'm 50
(Yea I'm like 50)

Whole lotta
(Whole lotta)
Whole lotta DTS shit
Whole lotta
(Whole lotta)