808 Mafia - Disfunction lyrics

[Produced by Metro Boomin] [Hook: Future x2] I be on all of that f** sh** I be on all of that f** sh** All of my n***as dysfunction All of my n***as dysfunction We so in love with this money man We so in love with this money We just be blowin' on chronic We drinkin' on lean and on molly [Verse 1: Young Scooter] We turnt up in the club, gas, lean, and molly Middle fingers up f** a hater watching All of my n***as dysfunction, they'll catch a body Can't get no money with you then f** it, stay the hell from 'round me Just copped the 'rari and a 100 bricks from my partner Young Scooter really be jugging paper chasing dollars I be on all that juug sh**, I be on all that hood sh** I make count music Ion' rap no bullsh** Drug talk you don't understand I know Chinese, Jamaicans and Mexicans Finesse for them free bands Off white I got white and tan All black on black 'lands Each pocket got 50 bands In the neighborhood I'm the dope man Have couple mill' from Rich Gang [Hook: Future x2] I be on all of that f** sh** I be on all of that f** sh** All of my n***as dysfunction All of my n***as dysfunction We so in love with this money man We so in love with this money We just be blowin' on chronic We drinkin' on lean and on molly [Verse 2: Young Thug] All of my weed look like fungus All of my weed smell like fungus Take a look checking and run it Straight to the house and then thumb it I will come up, come up on it Jumping into the booth full of money b**h hit you cause I love complice Follow my goals and I promised I need a b**h for right now but I need a million forever Bank account looking like treasure Stuffing this Rollie with bezels I got b**hes like Hugh Hefner Stuffing her bank account with all the extras Please do not threaten me She got that b**h on her like she a lesbian [Hook: Future x2] I be on all of that f** sh** I be on all of that f** sh** All of my n***as dysfunction All of my n***as dysfunction We so in love with this money man We so in love with this money We just be blowin' on chronic We drinkin' on lean and on molly [Verse 3: Juicy J] All black Murci-elago sitting on Forgi-ato Pull up to the club 30 deep Turn the parking lot into a car show Swimming in all this paper Bring a 100 bottles to my table We eating over here but my cheese ain't swiss And my sizzurp ain't maple I ball, it's a blowout b**h Hey Motherf**er get off my dick Leave some room for your woman She needs that pipe, and I'm plumbin that b**h Juicy J all for the money Lit like an oil lamp, stay higher than a comet I don't care for the price bought if I wanted Fly to Dubai with no luggage n***as doing all that talking Hole in his head let him sleep with the dolphins All my n***as been bosses Touch more paper than a motherf**er sitting in a office Throw some money at her, bet she t**ng for me 30 bands now lil mama working for me I got a car so fast than don't come with a key And my weed is so loud it's Disturbing the Peace [Hook: Future x2] I be on all of that f** sh** I be on all of that f** sh** All of my n***as dysfunction All of my n***as dysfunction We so in love with this money man We so in love with this money We just be blowin' on chronic We drinkin' on lean and on molly