A Boogie Wit da Hoodie Money Sprung

[A Boogie With Da Hoodie:]

Money sprung, money sprung

Fuck it, I’m back with another one

Fuck it up and do another one

My niggas do not shoot dirty guns

Shoot it up and get another one

I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em

I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I’m money sprung

Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I’m money sprung

Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I’m money sprung

I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em

I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I’m money sprung

Track after track and another one, know that’s a hit, they can’t fuck with us

Nigga, you don’t gotta like me to understand where I’m coming from

I know you would eat it, what’s up, don’t chew on the dick like a bubble gum

Told herself to be the plug, now everybody wanna fuck with her

Everybody need love, everybody need drugs

Nobody wanna be a dub

Every fit I put on probably cost me like a dub

I’m way too up, they can’t keep up

Yeah, yeah

I’m way too stuck, I faced two cups

Yeah, yeah

My chain it look like a puck

My nigga, I’m icy as fuck

Yeah, yeah

I feel like the King of New York

My jeweler is better than yours

Yeah, yeah

A hundred sitting on my neck

Another hundred on the arm

Yeah, yeah

I put the city on my back

How can I ever go wrong?

Yeah, yeah

I don’t need no groupie love

Go holla at my nigga Don (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I put my number in your phone, just DM me if it was wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I told her my name is Artist

Now she wanna call me Arty

Telling me about a party

Told her, “I’m the one performing”

Fuck it up before the party started

Fuck it, I’m back with another one

Fuck it up and do another one

My niggas do not shoot dirty guns

Shoot it up and get another one

I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em

I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I’m money sprung

Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I’m money sprung

Money sprung, money sprung, my nigga, I think I’m money sprung

I keep on counting them hundreds up, I think I’m falling in love with ’em

I keep on counting them hundreds my nigga, I think that I’m money sprung

[Don Q:]

I’m ahead of the race

Flooring the gas, I’m passing the cops that I lead on a chase

If they come find out this weapon I placed

They might just give me a federal case

All of my folks has a residue taste

Rollie presidential when that presidential

Counting blue strips with the President face

I got the votes, don’t you ever debate

Yeah, yeah

I got a chef at the crib, little hoe, I don’t never do dates

Yeah, yeah

We are not looking for friends, so, ain’t no competitors safe

Yeah, yeah

Five in the morning, I’m drinking on dirty, it’s never too late

Yeah, yeah

Leaving the spot had to switch up the whip, they was checking the plates

I’m still a menace

I do what I say and I won’t give a fuck if you feel offended

You selling your soul just to get attention

I crept with a pole ’cause I feel the tension

Trappers, they love me

They throw on that Don, they get on that road with a pigeon in it

Little bitch you know me, I’m really the Don

I don’t gotta try hard to fit the image

Look at my cup, it’s Dirty Diana

I dropped two bananas and shook up the Fanta

Booked in Atlanta

I go to the club with the paper and I throw a book on the dancer

I am the one they was counting out

Now I get hundreds and count it out

Designer shit, they can’t pronounce it

I’m styling out, they tryna spell it and sound it out

Yeah, yeah