Mood Ring (Royal Rumble)

[Mood Ring]
Feel like Poppa with the MoneyGram
Verse worth 100 bands
Here come the money baby, Shane McMahon
Hop in that pussy, hit the money dance
Wake up, I don’t feel right, yeah
She asked me why I feel like that
Shit, I can’t tell my dear
"Fuck it boy, you good."
That’s what I tell myself
I thought I’d lose you
You love me; I’m ratchet and boujee
Spooky Black off the YouTube
Drunk in love; I don’t do this

I’m just tryna change the color of your mood ring
Eyes brown, nails nude-green
Nursing school for the winter
I don’t know how you do it
The boy solid and militant
Shout to Mama Kristin
We singing Kid Cudi in the whip
My plug look like Lil’ Twist
I’m quite shmizzеd, just a lil’ bit

[Skit]
Yeah, this is one of my good friends

Don’t listеn to what the fuck she just said
Cocaine, bad bitches, and alcohol are way cooler

[Royal Rumble]
Hop in that pussy; I be toe taggin’
Ankle lockin’; Kurt Angle
I’m in the hood; I feel like Burt Wrangler
Look, in this life we don’t deserve angels
All my shooters look like Kurt Rambis
Look, palms itchin’; the birds chirpin’
Work Turkish; bitches singin’ Jerm Sherman
How do I feel?
Girl, I’m not certain

Look -
Hennessy and backshots
Got her titties dancin’
White suit like Lance Vance
The band campin’
I told her top me in the ssand tee
If it wasn’t for the samples we would have won a Grammy
Now everywhere I go we need some backup dancers
I’m hurt I’m damaged
Berserk, outlandish
Work to Danvers
Came from the mighty jungle
Tony Danza