Mood

[Produced by Marimba & Frank Dukes]

[Intro]
Fuck all you niggas and bitches
I'm tryin' to get it, niggas ain't with it (Let's get it)
That's why I'm loving this life that I'm living
Countin' this money is such a good feeling (Count up)
When I ain't have it, bitches was tripping
Now that I got it, they be in their feelings
Told that lil' bitch get the fuck out my mansion
Don't hit my phone if you ain't talking business (Oh no)

[Chorus]
I got my foot on the gas
Foreign is going too fast
If I get down on my last
Might have to put on that mask
I want a whole lot of cash
Spend it and get it right back
Pull up with racks in the bag
Tryin' to forget 'bout the past

[Verse 1]
I fell in love with the money
Double cup, it's so muddy
Hope it'll take 'way the trouble
All this gas keep me goin'
Niggas tryin' to take from me
Walkin' 'round with it on me
Late nights, get lonely
All I know is get money
I had to run up them bands (Bands)
Ain't nobody get me nothing
I had to come up with something
Turn a dollar to a hundred
Pussy nigga, you don't want it
I ain't never go for nothing
I'd be walkin' 'round stuntin'
And I dare a nigga touch me
If a nigga run up on me
Shooters, they gon' get to bus-sin'
Play the game like a Russian
And we all like cousins
Splittin' bread like brothers
Came from the same struggle
Had to learn how to hustle
Now, we get it off the muscle

[Chorus]
I got my foot on the gas
Foreign is going too fast
If I get down on my last
Might have to put on that mask
I want a whole lot of cash
Spend it and get it right back
Pull up with racks in the bag
Tryin' to forget 'bout the past

[Verse 2]
The foreign's goin' too fast
I fell in love with the cash
Don't understand why you mad
Better go flip you a pack
Being broke, shit sad
Remember nights we ain't had
Remember flights we ain't took
Now my flights overbooked
Me and Knock in a coupe
Pops got us in a booth
Fans, they love what I do
'Cause I'm only speakin' the truth
I'm givin' back to the youth
I know they watching my moves
And the floor's too smooth
I ain't never gonna lose
I ain't never been a fool
Always had a little sense
I ain't never stayed in school
Always had a little sense
Back then, I ain't get it
Finessin' really make you rich
Got to go and get the money
Never stressin' bout a bitch

[Chorus]
I got my foot on the gas
Foreign is going too fast
If I get down on my last
Might have to put on that mask
I want a whole lot of cash
Spend it and get it right back
Pull up with racks in the bag
Tryin' to forget 'bout the past

[Outro]
I got my foot on the gas
I got my foot on the gas