🔊 [Intro – 2 Bars]
Zone hot like the stove on three (skrrt)
Moody Loe — I don’t flex, I speak (talk to 'em)
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🎶 [Hook – Migos Bounce | 6 Bars]
She want a thug that can dance with the digits (uh!)
Ice on the neck, but the pain in the spirit (facts!)
Clutch in the whip, got a stash in the ceiling (zoom!)
Trap goin' up like the bills got a feelin’ (pop!)
Move like the talk got a warrant on it (go!)
Pop one, slide — now we floatin' on it (whoo!)
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🎤 [Verse 1 – 16 Bars | Street Flex]
Grew out the gutter, got rich off the scar
Talk slick, get smoked like Cuban cigars
All in the function with stick in the jar
Chain on chill, but I’m hot in the car
Used to hit licks off a cricket phone
Now I just swipe through her skin tone
Shorty from Queens, but she act like The Bay
She buss it like apps with the VPN grey
Move like the room got cams on the ceiling
Labels throw bread, but I’m bread off the dealings
Money stack tall like it’s prayin' to God
But I came from the dirt, got my halo in fog
Drip like the plug got emotions
Throw her back—now her thighs got oceans
She don't trust me, I don't blame her soul
I don't even trust sleep when I'm near that pole
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🎶 [Hook – Repeat | More Ad-libs]
She want a thug that can dance with the digits (yah!)
Ice on the neck, but the pain in the spirit (bling!)
Clutch in the whip, got a stash in the ceiling (hold that!)
Trap goin' up like the bills got a feelin’ (facts!)
Move like the talk got a warrant on it (no cap!)
Pop one, slide — now we floatin' on it (gone!)
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🎤 [Verse 2 – 16 Bars | Slick, Laced With Code]
Shorty want love, I gave her a bottle
Told her “don’t chase me, chase the model”
Weed in the blunt look gold like lotto
Snakes in the grass get cut like Bravo
Put that 40 on dance mode
Just in case the opps in the crowd got ammo
Still make moves out the Uber
Like the club got stairs to the trap on manual
Bandana wave when I bend these corners
Whole zip got scent like a rich man’s sauna
Shoot for the moon, but I came out solar
All black coupe like a judge named karma
Her lashes long, but the night get longer
She do lines like the beat got drama
Still got sins that I dress in Prada
Still hide pain in Balenciaga
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🎶 [Final Hook – Last Loop, Full Energy]
She want a thug that can dance with the digits (woo!)
Ice on the neck, but the pain in the spirit (zone!)
Clutch in the whip, got a stash in the ceiling (tight!)
Trap goin' up like the bills got a feelin’ (up!)
Move like the talk got a warrant on it (slide!)
Pop one, slide — now we floatin' on it (drift!)
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🔚 [Outro – Spoken]
Yeah...
All my sins in designer.
The stash in the ceiling.
Moody.
MoodyLoe
