BlueBucksClan, Bino Rideaux - Mood lyrics
[BlueBucksClan, Bino Rideaux - Mood lyrics]
This my mood
In this bitch talkin' shit again
(Talkin' shit again)
BucksClan finna get this bitch lit again
(Get this bitch lit)
All my niggas buy they own shit
We ain't pitchin' in
(We ain't pitchin' in)
Front desk callin' like
"It's hoes here" send 'em in
(Romo, send 'em in)
Hundreds bustin' all out my joggers
I can't fit 'em in (Fit 'em in)
Big hammers in the club, damn
How you get it in? (How you get it in?)
I ain't nothin' like your last dude
You ain't used to this (yeah)
I ain't in the mood for fast food
I want Ruth Chris
I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code
Better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do
That's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm
A real one, I'm 'bout millions
I can't feel nothin'
If she top five, she get Popeyes
Finna take my ratchet bitch to Mastro's
Bougie bitch important for my backbone
How you look at me do your mind wrong
This ain't what you used to
But somehow, make it ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm feeling more vulnerable
Bust it, I'm gon' beat it 'til it's loose
I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code
Better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do
That's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm
A real one, I'm 'bout millions
I can't feel nothin'
Pull up in that S6, you ain't used to this
(Used to it) quarantine with your bitch
We ain't doin' shit
(We ain't doin' shit)
I be fuckin' niggas' hoes, yeah
I ruin shit (yeah, I ruin shit)
She finna make me act a
Fool like I'm Ludacris (Act a fool)
Got the top and I ain't hit
But she used to this (Used to it)
She know she the baddest bitch
She got confidence (yeah, you bad)
Mimosa party
All the bitches in here bottomless
(yeah, they bottomless)
I let her rip the runway, now she modeling
(Now she modeling)
I can turn a weak bitch to a poppin' bitch
(Poppin' bitch) i let all my bitches fight
I ain't stoppin' shit (Hell nah)
Wear this Off White once
I ain't washin' it (I ain't washin' it)
Blue Franks in my pocket
Ain't no Washingtons (Washingtons)
In this bitch talkin' shit again
(Talkin' shit again)
BucksClan finna get this bitch lit again
(Get this bitch lit)
All my niggas buy they own shit
We ain't pitchin' in
(We ain't pitchin' in)
Front desk callin' like
"It's hoes here" send 'em in
(Romo, send 'em in)
Hundreds bustin' all out my joggers
I can't fit 'em in (Fit 'em in)
Big hammers in the club, damn
How you get it in? (How you get it in?)
I ain't nothin' like your last dude
You ain't used to this (yeah)
I ain't in the mood for fast food
I want Ruth Chris
I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code
Better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do
That's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm
A real one, I'm 'bout millions
I can't feel nothin'
If she top five, she get Popeyes
Finna take my ratchet bitch to Mastro's
Bougie bitch important for my backbone
How you look at me do your mind wrong
This ain't what you used to
But somehow, make it ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm feeling more vulnerable
Bust it, I'm gon' beat it 'til it's loose
I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code
Better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do
That's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm
A real one, I'm 'bout millions
I can't feel nothin'
Pull up in that S6, you ain't used to this
(Used to it) quarantine with your bitch
We ain't doin' shit
(We ain't doin' shit)
I be fuckin' niggas' hoes, yeah
I ruin shit (yeah, I ruin shit)
She finna make me act a
Fool like I'm Ludacris (Act a fool)
Got the top and I ain't hit
But she used to this (Used to it)
She know she the baddest bitch
She got confidence (yeah, you bad)
Mimosa party
All the bitches in here bottomless
(yeah, they bottomless)
I let her rip the runway, now she modeling
(Now she modeling)
I can turn a weak bitch to a poppin' bitch
(Poppin' bitch) i let all my bitches fight
I ain't stoppin' shit (Hell nah)
Wear this Off White once
I ain't washin' it (I ain't washin' it)
Blue Franks in my pocket
Ain't no Washingtons (Washingtons)