Mood

Yeah
 Aye
 Sheesh
 Yeah
 Aye
 Pullin' up
 Everybody tryna roll with us
 Get a load of these bouncers
 They be tryna tell me they ain't cool with us
 Push the dummies aside
 Acting like we ain't bout to control the club
 Don't you know I'm that guy?
 Trust, that roof, I'm always gon' blow it up
 So I smoke it up
 Smell the dank?
 Shit be smelling like creme brule
 I see my cup like I see the bank
 Keep going up like a set of legs
 Out late nights, on the morning edge
 Chef Gordon with the bread and eggs
 Transforming into Air Jordan
 Come and dance for me
 When I win the game
 All hands in, got a full house
 Bands in, throwing no towels
 Waste mans, someone hurl 'em out
 We don't play fair, hit em with a foul
 Our face red like a wolfpack
 Scotch fam drinking jack now
 Straight 10, never hold back
 Pray mans never black out now
 All of us burning up
 Having mix-ups with some models
 Hurry up, turn it up
 Drinking straight up from the bottle
 No one controlling us
 We won't quit until it's hollow
 Love when it's only us
 Man I think we hit the lotto
 This how it be when you us
 Just like the kings of the room
 Bitches be feeling me up
 Printing my skin with the rouge
 Hundreds and fifties amok
 Look how they get me to move
 No point on picking it up
 You know this is always the mood
 Man on a mission
 Already gone (Already gone)
 I don't like sober visions
 Swing me the ball (Swing me the ball)
 Making friends with the Henny
 Mixing it all (Mixing it all)
 Let me know when you're ready
 I'll bring the raws (Bring the raws)
 Come hit that shit, give your best rip
 Don't question it, just request it
 My sweet new mix is impressive
 You'll be addicted in seconds
 Sippin' on coke with the rum
 I'm like so what, I'm drunk
 Don't get too heated
 This is everyday
 I do what I love
 I'll take that shit to the coffin
 Busting 2 cans like Steve Austin
 They play my music in any place
 Hands go up like a rocket
 Went from a ditch to a profit
 Bumping the rims with hydraulics
 That money tree became endless
 Now I can't zip up my wallet
 Let's go!
 All of us burning up
 Having mix-ups with some models
 Hurry up, turn it up
 Drinking straight up from the bottle
 No one controlling us
 We won't quit until it's hollow
 Love when it's only us
 Man I think we hit the lotto
 This how it be when you us
 Just like the kings of the room
 Bitches be feeling me up
 Printing my skin with the rouge
 Hundreds and fifties amok
 Look how they get me to move
 No point on picking it up
 You know this was always the mood
 No point on picking it up
 You know this is always the mood