#MoneyBagMusic #MBE #feature @rapfame_ar_team @rapfame_official #GettinTheWhip mixing and adlibs (me) I’m getting the whip I’m getting the whip I’m getting the whip I get in the whip, yeah this cracka gone spin Ready to pop off his chin Flex in the Benz Ready to slide on his friends I ain’t making amends I got this blick, come with and extra clip You already know it extends Went to the mall, just to see how much I can really spend I got this baddie and her name is hope She my best friend/ my partner The one that’s down for life, And she ready to spin, They getting a whiff They getting a whiff They getting a whiff Them crackers round the corner and they getting a whiff Im rolling a spliff getting high as a cliff It’s about my 5th one in the last hour Tip the hour glass See how long it last See how long I’m in the shower Whipping up my supper power Yeah you are a little coward looking just a little sour Yeah you like this gun powder When it spread all around ya I’m in the kitchen cooking with this flower over achiever over power I receive it that’s no doubt I ain’t deceiving I ain’t believing Them the ones that changed my rout I need some relievers need some believers Yes the ones that just gone shout Too the top of they lungs let the whole world know what we’re about, all this blue cash blues faced That’s what we about Got this money coming in and out running out the trap now shut yo mouth Ill snatch yo clout shit went south Now it’s a drout Ooga booga Watcha do ya Yeah my shoota really shoot ya Make a movie with these clips he gone do ya In Make you bleed up our your skin Like your skin is really thin I just left from Burlington Got this whole new fit And it went something like this I’m getting a fit I’m getting a fit I’m getting a fit Your never gone see me quit, riding till the end with all my friends Your never gone see me split, that depends on who attends At my partys we got Molly All these youngins catching body’s, I ain’t talking bout no hotties, Talking bout deceased and dead, The ones the rest up on the head stone The ones that kept their family fed But couldn’t stay up out the mix My homie met little led That’s what layed him inthe bed I got this inferred dot it make you spread Like you scared, your names Ted you little bitch Give me bread for my fix I’m getting a fix I’m getting a fix Don’t get it mixed Just like trix