Molly Songtext
von B. Lou

Look how she twerking, I think she on molly
Young nigga trapped in Versace
Throwing that cash is my hobby
She all at Onyx and Follies
Look how she twerking, I think she on molly
Young nigga trapped in Versace
Throwing that cash is my hobby
She all at Onyx and Follies

Can′t put no trust in no hoe

She off the molly, I just popped a perc with my woes

We pop 'em out of control, we balling out of control

I′ma pull up in the Rolls, nigga I'm icy, I'm froze
Fourth grade was selling that snow
Yeah I was selling that snow
None of my niggas no hoes
All of us with it, fasho


Nigga riding ′round with them poles
Even at night I might glow
Selling that green, Piccolo
I do this shit for my folks
I power up like the Hulk
I be re-rocking the dope

A nigga riding ′round with the hammer
Whipping that Hannah Montana
I got the hoes, yeah I'm Santa
Just poured a four with my grandma

Bitches they digging my grammar
I got the plug in Atlanta
Look how she twerking on camera

500K in the attic

500K in the mattress
I put some trust in my savage
Making me play like John Madden
So many niggas with heat, you would think that they dragons
Smoking on purp got me laughing
If you run up, it′s a hazard
We taking off just like NASA
Say you move fast, we move faster
Breaking down blunts, a disaster
I stomp you out like a Kappa

She on that molly, she calling me master


Look how she twerking, I think she on molly
Young nigga trapped in Versace
Throwing that cash is my hobby
She all at Onyx and Follies
Look how she twerking, I think she on molly
Young nigga trapped in Versace
Throwing that cash is my hobby
She all at Onyx and Follies

Young nigga hopped out the Masi, I'm icy
Your bitch say she like me, I′m piping
None of these thot hoes I'm wifing
You trifling, our diamonds, they wet like they crying

Bitches be lying, I′m icy
Two deuce in my Nike
My chop body body, your bitch out here body

I stay on that block, stay selling narcotics
Been busting down walls, get topped in the Audi

I think she on molly
Thick bitch in the lobby like Buffy the Body
Your bitch shake my dick up like it's Sonic
764 Blood Gang, what's popping?
We come through your city and all your bitch flocking
Wrist flooded with diamonds, I steady be shining
Your man is a bum and he steady be lying
I run through the money without even trying
Run up on the crew, lil homie you dying

Look how she twerking, I think she on molly
Young nigga trapped in Versace
Throwing that cash is my hobby
She all at Onyx and Follies
Look how she twerking, I think she on molly
Young nigga trapped in Versace
Throwing that cash is my hobby
She all at Onyx and Follies