
lirik lagu maverick montana (m.a.v.) & giallo point - prepaids and plush planning
[intro: mooch]
yo, yo
[verse 1: mooch & m.a.v.]
i’m makin’ angels in miami sing (i’m makin’ angels sing, thank god)
i’m not a angel, my angle was how to make a grand (yeah)
hands in the duffle bag, rappers, i had to make ’em, man
eatin’ fresh fruit with my sandwich, don’t ever give me ham (don’t ever pass me by a book, n~gga)
the god, son, he wanted thirty~one, but, yo, i give ’em blam
i don’t f~ck with n~ggas, his presence feel like i’m readin’ spam (n~ggas is fake as a b~tch, man)
these other rappers fake, i eyeball ’em ’cause, yo, i f~ck with grams
even if you risin’ the brothеrs, we got the upperhand
yo, yo, i madе ninety in a week (i made that)
i ain’t even do it yet, i’m just designin’ what i think (yeah, haha)
got a cougar, she cookin’ clean, that tiger never stink (come here, baby, you know i love you)
she want to get a persian cat, i ain’t buyin’, this girl elite (i ain’t buyin’ sh~t, yo)
yo, my phone go psychotic, it’s crazy, i serve the street (this sh~t goin’ crazy, n~gga)
yo, i also got a ho, when she wipe it off, she get weak
yo, my crack poppin’ loud in the microwave like a drink (saucy)
i’m paintin’ pictures, i’m like picasso over the sink (this real art, n~gga, look)
[verse 2: m.a.v.]
my feet one in and one out (one in and one out)
since young, i was makin’ them moves that some doubt (yuh)
i was tryna get ahead, other n~ggas want clout (f~ck clout)
learned early, i was puttin’ food in the wrong mouths (feed the wrong n~ggas)
6’1″, but i’ve spent a year on the short counts (that’s real sh~t)
in the back room, year later bought my first house (i did)
plus, i had a spot to move work out (i did)
hopin’ that it worked out (i did)
left my doubters quiet as a church mouse (yuh)
i can make ’em riot, win the first round
we keep that intensity, it’s forth, then we plottin’ on the first thou’ (we plottin’)
i remember my first drought and
i’ll never forget, it’s like the levee’s broken, they in the house drownin’
my n~gga kai done seen six mountains
tryna get rich, so when he home, he get a crib with like six fountains (yeah)
six cars, estate got a six~foot gate ’round it (six~foot gate)
and a tour guide, n~ggas can’t find they way around it (let’s do it)
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