It's Mona Mula

I be breaking the bank I blow open the safe, yeah We got hundreds of racks Yeah, yeah I'm running it back like I'm doing a play Your boy likes my show, he keeps asking to stay It's not even tempting, he ain't got the face 'Cause he likes these bitches who do it all fake I know we got history, I'm looking for clues I'm solving a mystery, cappin' on you That time when I saw you walk right through the door You sad little boy wearing Christian Dior Got choppas that chop, he the boy from Japan He wan' be my shotgun but he's not my man But then he goes shooting at all of his mans That silly boy doesn't appreciate fans Got 40 he sips all that Wockhardt Got sticks and them bullets, his Glock hard He's poppin' them shells like a Pop-Tart He's silly, go bando, it's black art I don't play safe, I be breaking the bank I get too gassed up on these propane tanks Light me a match, I'll blow open the safe We got hundreds of racks and they calling my name Goofy ass bitches be cappin' for fame Come to my house and come catch me a fade It's Mona Mula so go call my name So go step up your game because bitches be lame If we want money that's what we gon' get It's like a disease, get stuck in your head Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck Got mula like Mona, I count bigger checks More money, more hoes, no I don't need neck I'm young and I go about and I wreck Your hoe wanna go, I tell her go set Your boy likes my show, I don't give him sex It's Mona Mula so go call my name I be breaking the bank, I blow open the safe, yeah Got mula like Mona, I count bigger checks We got hundreds of racks, yeah, yeah He prowl like a puma, he's lookin' for prey He's dominant fire to keep him at bay He sits in his cave like a lion he lays He's waiting for dark 'til the skies become grey So tell me man, babyboy what's all the hype This industry gon' make you go lose your mind So let go the fire, don't put up a fight You want me to like you, so let me inside And you cannot buy me with all of that ice I won't give myself 'cause I don't have a price So you can keep rollin' and throwing dice I'm sorry I won't take all of your advice No 40 I don't sip that Wockhardt No sticks and them bullets, no Glock hard Not poppin' them shells like a Pop-Tart Not silly, no bando, no black art I don't play safe, I be breaking the bank I get too gassed up on these propane tanks Light me a match, I'll blow open the safe We got hundreds of racks and they calling my name Goofy ass bitches be cappin' for fame Come to my house and come catch me a fade It's Mona Mula so go call my name So go step up your game because bitches be lame If we want money that's what we gon' get It's like a disease, get stuck in your head Soon I'll be wearing a whip on my neck Got mula like Mona, I count bigger checks More money, more hoes, no I don't need neck I'm young and I go about and I wreck Your hoe wanna go, I tell her go set Your boy likes my show, I don't give him sex So baby come text me the addy Show me the way, imma fuck with a baddie You know I don't come from the abbey Posted up, we gon' bool in the alley Posting a pic on the Gram Girls looking fake and the cameras flashy I put on my dress keep it classy Queen with a crown, call nobody daddy I don't play safe, I be breaking the bank I get too gassed up on these propane tanks Light me a match, I'll blow open the safe We got hundreds of racks and they calling my name Goofy ass bitches be cappin' for fame Come to my house and come catch me a fade It's Mona Mula so go call my name Yeah, yeah, yeah Propane tanks I'll blow open the safe Yeah