MoMA Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Tell me mama "I think Ima blow up", It's a feeling I cannot deny
Paint that boy up he gone be in the MoMA, I need a milly before Ima die
Hop in the coupe let's fly, Prada t's and dotting my i's
Paint that boy up he gone be in the MoMA, I need a milly before Ima die
Getting too hot, I think I need to simmer down
Run it up, I'm getting a big amount
In love with the money, don't need a spouse
Bought a crib but I'm never at the house
Running 'round got a bag on me
New bitch bad and she stay on fleek
Smoking on pack came from New Z
She go both ways, she rock CC
I got a whole band inside of my pocket
Running it up Ima blast like a rocket
I got a stick and shawty wanna cock it
If you ever leave just know I got options
Okay let's go, bad bitch give me throat
Posted with a pole, keep a scope
Scalp him medical, fendi on my coat
Keep that 9 right on top of me
Move to fast, you ain't stopping me
Suck me down, give me sloppy bih
Change the frame, crop you out of it
(yeah, yeah)
Tell me mama "I think Ima blow up", It's a feeling I cannot deny
Paint that boy up he gone be in the MoMA, I need a milly before Ima die
Hop in the coupe let's fly, Prada T's and dotting my i's
Paint that boy up he gone be in the MoMA, I need a milly before Ima die
