Jackboy, Lil Mosey - Enjoy Every Dolla lyrics

(I love you, Dzy) i love you too, my dude

She attracted to niggas getting that money
Yeah no more fifties and twenties
Talking blue hundreds, yeah
I done came up from nothing
Made it out the gutter, yeah
Soon as I got me a lil'
Something, I made it double, yeah
In the mall, we cuttin' up
We spazzing with the guala
Can't take this shit with me
So I'ma enjoy every dollar
Plus I got the pistol with me
You don't want no problem
Nigga come playing for his life, I'ma rob him

I'll put a nigga out they misery
Don't confuse me with the industry
That's how you get left in the street
Thinking you'd take something from me
Riding with Lil Mosey, that's
My woadie, bitch, we demons
Blowin' on Runtz
Got me in this bitch preachin'
Like, "Mosey, we doing better now"
Like, "Mosey, we getting cheddar now"
Designer on all my sweaters now
I could hit the mall and tear it down
But I'm fucking the baddest bitches now
Don't trust no ho, they'll snake you out
So you know I'm kickin' that bitch out
Soon as my dick get out her mouth
Never had a job
I was kickin' it with the felons
They taught me how to rob and
Sell more gas than 7-Eleven totin' MAC-11
Run up, go to heaven
Try to run, we catch 'em
Bless 'em and stretch 'em

She attracted to niggas getting that money
Yeah no more fifties and twenties
Talking blue hundreds, yeah
I done came up from nothing
Made it out the gutter, yeah
Soon as I got me a lil'
Something, I made it double, yeah
In the mall, we cuttin' up
We spazzing with the guala
Can't take this shit with me
So I'ma enjoy every dollar
Plus I got the pistol with me
You don't want no problem
Nigga come playing for his life, I'ma rob him

Uh, pull up, me and Jackboy (Jack)
Just some young rich niggas, but we
Still pull up and gat, boy
(yeah) hop in a motherfucking jet (yeah)
Don't even know where I'm goin' (O oh)
But, shorty, I'm comin' right back (Back)
Left to go get some racks, glee, tah (Tah)
New Dior that came out yesterday
You know I copped that (Cop)
When I was broke
I used to get that where the licks at (Brrt)
Free my bro, yeah, he just got crizack
(Crack) twenty-something years
I'm finna give that nigga big racks
Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause they know
That I'm that nigga now (Nigga now)
Any bitch that dubbed me back then
We not hangin' out (Bitch)
Amiri jeans, Louis V, Fendi, yeah
I'm standin' out (Damn, that's drip)
Jackboy, talk your shit (Talk your shit)

She attracted to niggas getting that money
Yeah no more fifties and twenties
Talking blue hundreds, yeah
I done came up from nothing
Made it out the gutter, yeah
Soon as I got me a lil'
Something, I made it double, yeah
In the mall, we cuttin' up
We spazzing with the guala
Can't take this shit with me
So I'ma enjoy every dollar
Plus I got the pistol with me
You don't want no problem
Nigga come playing for his life, I'ma rob him