Gunna – MOTW Lyrics

MOTW Lyrics By Gunna

MOTW Lyrics
MOTW Lyrics
  • Artist Gunna
  • Title MOTW
  • Album WUNNA (Deluxe)

Aye, aye
Wheezy outta here
Aye, aye, aye
Aye, money on the way
Money on the way
All I see is hundreds all day (All day)
Top chef, fish sautéed
Condo in L.A., president Rollie with the date (President)
Pullin' out the foreigns, we can race (Mmm)
In and out of state
In and out of state
Nah, we can not relate (We can not)
And, I gotta stay laced
I gotta stay laced
She want us to date (Ah)
I see she keepin' faith (Faith)
Ah, I'ma make her wait
I'ma make her wait
**** pillowtalk, I really set talk, we'll shoot the whole place
We ain't takin' losses, double M, drove boss i the six-star loft cookin' fish parquet (Fish)
Ice, no skates (Ice)
Get it out the pot
Get it out the pot
Speed on the cops (Speed)
Feelin' like I'm Jigga on a yacht
Jigga on a yacht
People wanna watch (Uh)
Milli' on the watch (Uh-huh)
It's a Richard Millie on a watch
Millie on a watch
Ma ain't gotta cry, GunWunna made it out alive (GunWunna)
Seen a lot of real **** die
Real **** die
Look him in the eye, you bad, let me see catch a fly (Girl)
The cash got these **** wildin' out (Wild)
Rockstar, open up the circle, make a moshpit (Moshpit)
Swervin' on the Perkys made me car sick (Car sick)
Brothers don't cuff 'em, this is all our ****
This is all our ****
Grew up in the trenches, we squabblin'
Make me quick to grab a choppa, start a World War 6
World War 6
Gunna got some millions and I barely feel rich
Barely feel rich
They been here knockin', ringin' and I'm knowin' who it is
Don't know who it is
Aye, money on the way
Money on the way
All I see is hundreds all day (All day)
Top chef, fish sautéed
Condo in L.A., president Rollie with the date (President)
Pullin' out the foreigns, we can race (Mmm)
In and out of state
In and out of state
Nah, we can not relate (We can not)
And, I gotta stay laced
I gotta stay laced
She want us to date (Ah)
I see she keepin' faith (Faith)
Ah, I'ma make her wait
I'ma make her wait
Remember I served, I was standin' on the curb with a bomb full of nicks
Bomb full of nicks
It's my word, I done capped off bird, I done seen a **** jump from a slab to a brick
To a brick, on God
Cute pink toe, I bit her on the toes
I **** her like a ****, I make a whole flick
****, make a whole flick
Proud of baby girl, she can take a whole ****
Take a whole ****
She told me she was thirsty, started drinkin' my spit
Drinkin' my spit
Ooh, you ain't never heard this (This)
I been droppin' hits like bird **** (Brr)
They been sendin' threats, but don't worry (No)
We hoppin' in a rental with a dirty stick (Dirty stick)
They ain't give me my money, I'ma murder this ****
Murder this ****
I'ma murder this ****
Murder this ****
Rental off the Rollie, just went way in the ditch
Way in the ditch
Young Gunna not no playa 'bout these chips (Whoa)
We really used to struggle now we paid, filthy rich
Paid, filthy rich
A hundred K to hit your VIP (Yah)
R.I.P. to Nipsey, paved the way for the Crips
For the Crips
Plus, I'm smokin' cookie, blow Biscotti by the zip, I got it on my hip
Aye, money on the way
Money on the way
All I see is hundreds all day
Top chef, fish sautéed
Condo in L.A., president Rollie with the date (President)
Pullin' out the foreigns, we can race (Mmm)
In and out of state
In and out of state
Nah, we can not relate (We can not)
And, I gotta stay laced
I gotta stay laced
She want us to date (Ah)
I see she keepin' faith (Faith)
Ah, I'ma make her wait
I'ma make her wait

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