Moguls Lyrics

[Chorus: Drayco McCoy]
Catch a nigga ridin' in that old school
Never been the type to f*ck with no rules
Once you get that guap they want the old you
Crazy it's them guys that never know you
Hit me with that molly make a show boost
Eat that p*ssy like it was some soul food
Leave her in the morning, now she old news
Team been gettin' money, boy we moguls

[Verse 1: Drayco McCoy]
I just filled up my pockets
Got a hunnid ways to make profit
I'm on everything, I cop shit
I'm in the club with a boss bitch
So high, I been talkin' that nonesense
Rockin' designer in mosh pits
Talk down on them guys, we gon' rock shit
Hop in that whip, go vroom
My clique bringing the doom
Put your whole team in a tomb
I gotta get this shit movin'
We talkin' that shit that we do
My diamonds resemble the ocean
[?] don't make a typhoon
I skipped school with it
Bad bitch, she gon' [?] in it
In the lack, hittin' dykes with my goon niggas
You better relax, my nigga got the mac, if you [?]

[Bridge: Drayco McCoy]
We spendin' cash, gettin' high on the regular
Like the needle on the dash, we still high as parameter
Text her, when I arrive she gon' slide down the banister
When she wet like [?] give her [?]
Bitch I'm gone

[Chorus: Drayco McCoy]
Catch a nigga ridin' in that old school
Never been the type to f*ck with no rules Once you get that guap they want the old you
Crazy it's them guys that never know you
Hit me with that molly make a show boost
Eat that p*ssy like it was some soul food
Leave her in the morning, now she old news
Team been gettin' money, boy we moguls

[Verse 2: Mathaius Young]
[?]
Niggas are outer space, I'm countin' up my bands
Been about them racks bitch, I gon' need them in advance
Niggas talkin' shit man, they fake as hell I can tell
Walk up out the crib I'm smellin' like that [?]
Baby ride it, wippin' that big body
Damn she got it [?]
Yeah, I made it up them projects
[?]
Damn we high, you the topic
Gonna take off with the rocket

[Bridge: Drayco McCoy]
We spendin' cash, gettin' high on the regular
Like the needle on the dash, we still high as parameter
Text her, when I arrive she gon' slide down the banister
When she wet like [?] give her [?]
Bitch I'm gone

[Chorus: Drayco McCoy]
Catch a nigga ridin' in that old school
Never been the type to f*ck with no rules
Once you get that guap they want the old you
Crazy it's them guys that never know you
Hit me with that molly make a show boost
Eat that p*ssy like it was some soul food
Leave her in the morning, now she old news
Team been gettin' money, boy we moguls

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