[Intro: Kenny Muney]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Muney, yeah
Muney, yeah, Muney, yeah
Muney, yeah, Muney, yeah
Muney, yeah, Muney, yeah
Paper Route business, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta everything, yeah, yeah
I think we big as the, huh, yeah
[Verse 1: Kenny Muney]
I think we big as the Beatles, yeah
Trap nigga playin' receiver, okay
I be with creepers, six guns in a Jeeper
Shit'll gеt ugly, but I don't fuck nothin' but divas
Baddest bitches, pretty womеn
Cold-ass bitch, girl, you might cure a fever
She on her knees sayin', "Please me," like Caresha
[Chorus: Kenny Muney]
Damn, hold up, baby, oh my Jesus (Yeah)
Ooh, damn, oh my Jesus (Goddamn)
Ooh, damn, oh my Jesus
Pull up my pants, then go sell me some reefer
My prices low, I been fuckin' the streets up (Gas)
I'm tryna see who the fuck wanna see us
[Verse 2: Kenny Muney]
I was laid back, but I just let the seat up
Yeah, yeah, oh my Jesus
Back on they ass, now they callin' for— (They prayin')
Back on they ass, now they callin' for Jesus
On God, ain't nothin' finna get me up off 'em
I don't fuck with these niggas, just lions and dolphins
Bears and wolves, sharks, no shrimps
I walk around with big racks, this a limp
Hoo, it's cold, Moncler, spent an M
Ho, it's cold, went Wafi, I spent me an M
Let me get all this ice off my neck, raise the temp' (Hot)
I'm worth some M's, I'm still ridin' with these heaters (Hot)
I be low-key, I be chillin', might give 'em a breather (Yeah)
Every once in a while, I go missin' on people (Yeah)
Then I crank up my engine, this bitch here need diesel, yeah
Trap like a bat out of hell
Foot on the gas, got 'em callin' for Jesus
Don't be scared, baby, give me some head, yeah, oh, yeah
[Chorus: Kenny Muney & Key Glock]
Hold on, ho, woah, woah, hold on, oh my Jesus (Woah)
Damn, hold up, baby, oh my Jesus (Woah)
Ooh, damn, oh my Jesus
Ooh, damn, oh my Jesus
Pull up my pants, then go sell me some reefer (Gas)
My prices low, I been fuckin' the streets up
I'm tryna see who the fuck wanna see us (The fuck?)
[Verse 3: Key Glock]
I wanna shout out to my favorite eater (Yep, yep)
I be gettin' nothin' but head, no Beavis (Yep, yep)
Lately, been cancelin' hoes, gotta re-up (Yep, yep)
Freaky bitch want me to nut on her C-cups (Woo)
Ballin' for real, tell them fuck niggas D up (Ball, ball)
She ready spaghetti, I told her to eat up
These racks come in heavy and I kick my feet up (Let's go)
Bitch seen my ring and said, "Oh my Jesus" (Yeah)
Oh my God, sippin' on syrup until I nod
Got racks on racks, this comin' in large
My diamonds is dancin', Stomp the Yard (Yeah)
She pulled it out, said, "OMG"
Ridin' in a Benz with a .223 (Skrrt, skrrt)
This a two-seater, just me and my heat (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Trunk in the front, motor in the backseat (Let's go, yeah)
[Chorus: Kenny Muney & Key Glock]
Hold on, ho, woah, woah, hold on, oh my Jesus (Oh my God)
Damn, hold up, baby, oh my Jesus (Oh my God)
Ooh, damn, oh my Jesus
Ooh, damn, oh my Jesus
Pull up my pants, then go sell me some reefer (Gas)
My prices low, I been fuckin' the streets up
I'm tryna see who the fuck wanna see us
[Outro: Kenny Muney]
Nobody wanna see us
I think we big as the Beatles
Yeah, big as the Beatles, huh
Muney
Got 'em callin' for Jesus
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, huh
Niggas ain't fuckin' with Muney
