Molotov 2 Songtext
von Duwap Kaine
Molotov 2 Songtext
Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, molotov
So much money to my name, I don′t need a job
So many angels 'round me, that I don′t need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time (I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin' mine (Go, go, go, go)
Bitches be distractions
Love makin′ transactions
When I pull that bankroll out, let′s see your reactions
I like Ben Franklins, and I like Jacksons (And I like Jacksons)
Chopper Michael Jackson, I don't shop at Pacsun
Chopper hit your stomach, you havin′ contractions
I be rubbin' on that ass, for my satisfaction
I spend, all day, on my passion
She spends the whole day on IG captions
Baby girl don′t lie, stop the cappin' (Stop the cap)
Talkin′ all that freaky shit, show me action
Bitch, this ain't math class, but show a fraction (Show a fraction)
Guessin' you can′t do that ′cause you ain't have it
You gotta be kiddin′ me
The 30 didn't hear me, I thug on that bitch with the energy (Shhh)
Tellin′ me it's not the end of me
I′m killin' yall niggas like literally
He think he the shit, he a little me
Smokin' the dope, it′s killin′ my memory
Mask on, nigga, they won't remember me
Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, molotov
So much money to my name, I don′t need a job
So many angels 'round me, that I don′t need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man, trap all the time (I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin′ mine (Go, go, go, go)
So much money to my name, I don′t need a job
So many angels 'round me, that I don′t need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time (I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin' mine (Go, go, go, go)
Bitches be distractions
Love makin′ transactions
When I pull that bankroll out, let′s see your reactions
I like Ben Franklins, and I like Jacksons (And I like Jacksons)
Chopper Michael Jackson, I don't shop at Pacsun
Chopper hit your stomach, you havin′ contractions
I be rubbin' on that ass, for my satisfaction
I spend, all day, on my passion
She spends the whole day on IG captions
Baby girl don′t lie, stop the cappin' (Stop the cap)
Talkin′ all that freaky shit, show me action
Bitch, this ain't math class, but show a fraction (Show a fraction)
Guessin' you can′t do that ′cause you ain't have it
You gotta be kiddin′ me
The 30 didn't hear me, I thug on that bitch with the energy (Shhh)
Tellin′ me it's not the end of me
I′m killin' yall niggas like literally
He think he the shit, he a little me
Smokin' the dope, it′s killin′ my memory
Mask on, nigga, they won't remember me
Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, molotov
So much money to my name, I don′t need a job
So many angels 'round me, that I don′t need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man, trap all the time (I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin′ mine (Go, go, go, go)
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