Mood Ring (feat. Pusha T)

They tell me slow down, I'm livin' fast We gon' light up the town, like it's burnin' down Don't go so fast, slow it down My slow jam might slow dance Do the right motions Do the right motions for me That's the right motion That's the right motion for me (That's the right motion for me) Feelin' so dynamite JJ, good times Goin' up sky high Young nigga blowin' up Tell 'em check the photo of me I look like a lotta money Clown niggas that's lotta funny I got lotta situations ridin' on me Cuttin' clocks, gotta take the timer for me Blow 'em right past, speedin' fast on the gas [?] People who sleepin' under, who thought I said man down? That's how my ways move, they got me in my mood, it's emotion For the loadin' They tell me slow down, I'm livin' fast We gon' light up the town, like it's burnin' down Don't go so fast, slow it down My slow jam might slow dance Do the right motions Do the right motions for me That's the right motion That's the right motion for me Today I feel like wanna ball, stun this shit on you fuck niggas There, I feel everyday Mood ring on you fuck niggas Draco on all of my hittas Y'all playin' Russian Roulette with a bunch of unstable young nigga Fuck how you feel Ayy, count up the cheerio my nigga Uh, run up that band eight figures Ayy, just bought an old-school 850 Ayy, they money dictate how I'm feelin' Ayy, original set just like Wesby Badass just like Boosie, I'm with the extras Nigga be doin' all that hatin' They cappin' lke we don't move 'round in this beat like John Wayne Two breads like I'm Pootie Tang They hate me 'cause my skin is black Fuck 12, we need to attack They ride with it right on they lap The lastest bitch on my lap Got a whole gang of baddies And she just pour one out the batch Flare, I am the truth and the facts Mood swings like a mood ring What color is you? *sniffs* Lil Skate, remind me of P little bit Real shit, fear no nigga New generation, weirdo niggas, woo Who clanted you niggas? Mike Tirico and you niggas Catch air my nigga, I will blow a flare over there And it's open air, Brooke Market I'm the socket nigga, plug you in Smell the fumes in my drug bin PQT's been dug in Time for the Sherlin You can't afford this whirlwind Call us up in Berlin Piracy is Merlin, yah