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Gunna – MOTW Lyrics

Ayy, money on the way
All I see is hundreds all day
Top chef, fish sauteed
Condo in L.A.
President Rollie with the date
Pullin’ out the foreigns, we can race

In and out of state
Nah, we can not relate
And, I gotta stay laced
She want us to date
I see she keepin’ faith
Ah, I’ma make her wait

N**gas pillowtalk, I really set talk
We’ll shoot the whole place
We ain’t takin’ loss, double M, drove boss
In the six-star loft cookin’ fish parquet
Ice, no skates

Get it out the pot
Speed on the cops
Feelin’ like I’m Jigga on a yacht
People wanna watch
Milli’ on the watch
It’s a Richard Millie on a watch

Ma ain’t gotta cry, GunWanna made it out alive
Seen a lot of real n**gas die
Look him in the eye, you bad, let me see catch a fly
The cash got these n**gas wildin’ out

Rockstar, open up the circle, make a moshpit
Swervin’ on the Perkys made me car sick
Brothers don’t cuff ’em, this is all our b**ch
Grew up in the trenches, we squabblin’
Make me quick to grab a choppa, start a World War 6
Gunna got some millions and I barely feel rich
They been here knockin’, ringin’ and I don’t know who it is

Ayy, money on the way
All I see is hundreds all day
Top chef, fish sauteed
Condo in L.A.
President Rollie with the date
Pullin’ out the foreigns, we can race

In and out of state
Nah, we can not relate
And, I gotta stay laced
She want us to date
I see she keepin’ faith
Ah, I’ma make her wait

Remember I served
I was standin’ on the curb with a bomb full of nicks
It’s my word, I done capped off bird
I done seen a n**ga jump from a slab to a brick
Cute pink toe, I bit her on the toes
I f**k her like a ho, I make a whole flick
Proud of baby girl, she can take a whole d**k
She told me she was thirsty, started drinkin’ my spit

Ooh, you ain’t never heard this
I been droppin’ hits like bird s**t
They been sendin’ threats, but don’t worry
We hoppin’ in a rental with a dirty stick
They ain’t give me my money, I’ma murder this b**ch

I’ma murder this b**ch
Rental off the Rollie, just went way in the ditch
Young Gunna not no playa ’bout these chips
We really used to struggle now we paid, filthy rich
A hundred K to hit your VIP
R.I.P. to Nipsey, paνed the way for the Crips
Plus, I’m smokin’ cookie, blow Biscotti by the zip
I got it on my hip

Ayy, money on the way
All I see is hundreds all day
Top chef, fish sauteed
Condo in L.A., president Rollie with the date
Pullin’ out the foreigns, we can race

In and out of state
Nah, we can not relate
And, I gotta stay laced
She want us to date
I see she keepin’ faith
Ah, I’ma make her wait…

➤ Written by Gunna & Wheezy
Album: WUNNA
Produced by Wheezy
Gunna | 2020