Mood Songtext
von Peake

Yeah
Aye
Sheesh
Yeah
Aye


Pullin′ up
Everybody tryna roll with us
Get a load of these bouncers
They be tryna tell me they ain't cool with us
Push the dummies aside
Acting like we ain′t bout to control the club
Don't you know I'm that guy?
Trust, that roof, I′m always gon′ blow it up
So I smoke it up
Smell the dank?
Shit be smelling like creme brule
I see my cup like I see the bank
Keep going up like a set of legs
Out late nights, on the morning edge
Chef Gordon with the bread and eggs
Transforming into Air Jordan
Come and dance for me
When I win the game
All hands in, got a full house
Bands in, throwing no towels
Waste mans, someone hurl 'em out
We don′t play fair, hit em with a foul
Our face red like a wolfpack
Scotch fam drinking jack now
Straight 10, never hold back
Pray mans never black out now

All of us burning up
Having mix-ups with some models
Hurry up, turn it up
Drinking straight up from the bottle
No one controlling us
We won't quit until it′s hollow
Love when it's only us
Man I think we hit the lotto
This how it be when you us
Just like the kings of the room
Bitches be feeling me up
Printing my skin with the rouge
Hundreds and fifties amok
Look how they get me to move
No point on picking it up
You know this is always the mood


Man on a mission
Already gone (Already gone)
I don′t like sober visions
Swing me the ball (Swing me the ball)
Making friends with the Henny
Mixing it all (Mixing it all)
Let me know when you're ready
I'll bring the raws (Bring the raws)
Come hit that shit, give your best rip
Don′t question it, just request it
My sweet new mix is impressive
You′ll be addicted in seconds
Sippin' on coke with the rum
I′m like so what, I'm drunk
Don′t get too heated
This is everyday
I do what I love
I'll take that shit to the coffin
Busting 2 cans like Steve Austin
They play my music in any place
Hands go up like a rocket
Went from a ditch to a profit
Bumping the rims with hydraulics
That money tree became endless
Now I can′t zip up my wallet
Let's go!

All of us burning up
Having mix-ups with some models
Hurry up, turn it up
Drinking straight up from the bottle
No one controlling us
We won't quit until it′s hollow
Love when it′s only us
Man I think we hit the lotto
This how it be when you us
Just like the kings of the room
Bitches be feeling me up
Printing my skin with the rouge
Hundreds and fifties amok
Look how they get me to move
No point on picking it up
You know this was always the mood

No point on picking it up
You know this is always the mood