Duwap Kaine - Molotov lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Molotov lyrics]
Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, Molotov
So much money to my name, I don't need a job
So many angels 'round me
That I don't need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time
(I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time
So stop wastin' mine (Go, go, go, go)
Bitches be distractions
Love makin' transactions
When I pull that bankroll out
Let's see your reactions
I like Ben Franklins, and I like Jacksons
(And I like Jacksons)
Chopper Michael Jackson
I don't shop at Pacsun
Chopper hit your stomach
You havin' contractions
I be rubbin' on that ass
For my satisfaction
Ice bin, all day, on my passion
She spends the whole day on IG captions
Baby girl don't lie, stop the cappin
(Stop the cap)
Talkin' all that freaky shit, show me action
Bitch this ain't math class
But show a fraction (Show a fraction)
Guessin' you can't do that 'cause
You ain't have it
(You gotta be kiddin' me)
The 30 didn't hear me
I thug on that bitch with the energy (Shhh)
Tellin' me it's not the end of me
I'm killin' yall niggas like literally
He think he the shit, he a little me
Smokin' the dope, it's killin' my memory
Mask on, nigga they won't remember me
Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, Molotov
So much money to my name, I don't need a job
So many angels 'round me
That I don't need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time
(I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time
So stop wastin' mine (Go, go, go, go)
So much money to my name, I don't need a job
So many angels 'round me
That I don't need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time
(I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time
So stop wastin' mine (Go, go, go, go)
Bitches be distractions
Love makin' transactions
When I pull that bankroll out
Let's see your reactions
I like Ben Franklins, and I like Jacksons
(And I like Jacksons)
Chopper Michael Jackson
I don't shop at Pacsun
Chopper hit your stomach
You havin' contractions
I be rubbin' on that ass
For my satisfaction
Ice bin, all day, on my passion
She spends the whole day on IG captions
Baby girl don't lie, stop the cappin
(Stop the cap)
Talkin' all that freaky shit, show me action
Bitch this ain't math class
But show a fraction (Show a fraction)
Guessin' you can't do that 'cause
You ain't have it
(You gotta be kiddin' me)
The 30 didn't hear me
I thug on that bitch with the energy (Shhh)
Tellin' me it's not the end of me
I'm killin' yall niggas like literally
He think he the shit, he a little me
Smokin' the dope, it's killin' my memory
Mask on, nigga they won't remember me
Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, Molotov
So much money to my name, I don't need a job
So many angels 'round me
That I don't need my rod
Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time
(I'm on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time
So stop wastin' mine (Go, go, go, go)