Mystery Songtext
von Inky

Brrrrrrt

Top shotta, you know wtf going on man

Ya

Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-OKAY!


I′m getting this money I love it
I shit on these niggas in public
They said that ball but they ball on a budget
You ain't talking bout money
That′s a end of discussion
Ak it was made from Russia
Close casket when them hallows touch ya
I told you these killers ain't playing bout me
Close casket that's a mystery, mystery
I′m tryna make me a million, I struggle to get it
No time for Netflix and chilling
Bitch get the fuck out your feelings
I′m sick of these women
They always got an opinion
I'm feeling I might pour a act today
It′s on me if you try to act today
Riding round all day I'm just tryna get paid
I can′t let these niggas get in my way


It ain't no mystery I′m getting this money
I changed up my wardrobe
I Never been bummy
My choppa from Russia
My plug from the country
They free my big brother my family lucky
I tatted my body these bitches em love it
Ink gang the team bitch yeah I run it
If I call bug he going come running
Fuck these new rappers these niggas is pussies
I'm from St. Maarten these niggas be hatin'
Bruh fuck all this fame just give me the money
Y′all niggas be lying, y′all niggas be cap
Zay told me get it so I went and got it
I flooded the block gave my momma the profit
Free my nigga Zay he in jail with that rocket
I was saved by the Glock 9
I was young when I started wrapping Popeyes
Fuck nigga want beef aight wassup now
Never trust no hoe lying bitch
Push up with the poll 30 clip
Stand over the stove.whip my wrist
Fishscale out the lot, fuck 12 I won't stop
Fuck the rap game, I don′t care if I pop
You don't want no beef got the pin on your spot
You don′t want no beef got the pin on your spot

I'm getting this money I love it
I shit on these niggas in public
They said that ball but they ball on a budget
You ain′t talking bout money
That's a end of discussion
Ak it was made from Russia
Close casket when them hallows touch ya
I told you these killers ain't playing bout me
Close casket that′s a mystery, mystery
I′m tryna make me a million, I struggle to get it
No time for Netflix and chilling
Bitch get the fuck out your feelings
I'm sick of these women
They always got an opinion
I′m feeling I might pour a act today
It's on me if you try to act today
Riding round all day I′m just tryna get paid
I can't let these niggas get in my way

I hop the bed now let′s get it
My nigga got book for a murder
But case got acquitted
Oh no I can't fall on my pivot
These niggas be talking that life
But they really don't live it
I′m trying to ball like the pistons
I walk in the trap bitch I′m
Gordon Ramsay with the kitchen
My nigga got caught with the biscuit
3rd strike so they ship his ass off to prison
I got the gas like the Texaco
All my niggas is eating no Papados
If she ain't fucking or sucking she gotta go
Baby I just want the wealth, fuck the fame
Fuck nigga better stay in his lane
Guns pop like fresh champagne
You know Rude do the got damn thang
The shooters, they shoot for the free
These niggas be hating but just know I peep
Try me, you with deceased
This 40 on me, you ain′t taking from me
Designer I'm fly as can be
I told that lil bitch, it′s more fish in the sea
John wick with the fifth
And take you off your feet
These niggas ain't fucking with me
It′s Rude

I'm getting this money I love it
I shit on these niggas in public
They said that ball but they ball on a budget
You ain't talking bout money
That′s a end of discussion
Ak it was made from Russia
Close casket when them hallows touch ya
I told you these killers ain′t playing bout me
Close casket that's a mystery, mystery
I′m tryna make me a million, I struggle to get it
No time for Netflix and chilling
Bitch get the fuck out your feelings
I'm sick of these women
They always got an opinion
I′m feeling I might pour a act today
It's on me if you try to act today
Riding round all day I′m just tryna get paid
I can't let these niggas get in my way