D Block Europe - Mood lyrics

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB] Yeah, I told her "You ain't gotta worry 'bout us" T-house for a month (Yeah) Seven pounds and its smellin' like runtz I know she steppin' with us (For real) I told the plug, "I'ma need an abundance" Flooded the city with mud (For real) Top down, but we came out the jungle Baby, it's so different for us Eight bricks and the stick on the journey Now, he's relyin' on luck I told my lady, "You're thick and you're curvy, baby, I'm tryna fu*k" Said you give up and these ni**as ain't worthy Showing you life's a must (A must) I told my ni**a to hang out the ride Burnin' these opps like a furnace This is my turn, and I'm takin' what's mine, mm Sick of the rap ni**as, sick of the liеs, mm First time when I fu*k on a perc And I thought I didn't likе it (Like it) The first time when she fu*k with the kid She said "How am I like this?" [Chorus: Dirtbike LB] There ain't no love Rose Gold Richard Mille, ooh (Rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (Rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (Money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood [Verse 2: Young Adz] Yeah, rich ni**a opinion, I got a rich ni**a opinion, yeah Deals flyin' all winter, and I get you slimed out by a minion, yeah Hate all these ni**as, I'm sick of 'em, yeah Wrist is one-hundred, the flick of it, yeah Look at my jewels, I might shed couple tears The come up in the bando, I shed couple years We go AP for the time My Jordan 4's are Off-White My eyes are lazy, I look tired Can't explain to probation I'm high Richard Mille in my white vest, uh Might put my darg to the test I just put the TV's in the rear And I put some VV's in her ear My ni**a fu*k up the crack game Run it up like it was his career You might think he's a football player In the club like he plays for the Spears Oh, sh*t, I mean plays for the Spurs I run up a check and I stuck to my word I'm telling my youngens "It's customer first" He left his lil' lady and slung him a bird [Chorus: Dirtbike LB] There ain't no love Rose Gold Richard Mille, ooh (Rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (Rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (Money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood [Verse 3: M Huncho] They cannot do what I do, I barely fit in this coupe I'm feelin' so in my bag, they cannot fu*k up my groove I threw a wunna to Steve, told him "Get high on this food" 'Cause I am leaving the life, I can't be sane in this mood I know I'm goin' all glad, I put a price on your head Four figures, that's less than one eighth that I put on my wrist That's takin' the piss for real (Yeah, yeah) Eight figures on the way, I'm takin' the piss, for real I'm tryna be friends with Richard before all the Richard Milles This money gave me all the thrills This money made me miss some meals This money made me keep it chill And I planned for this sh*t Let it snow in this b*tch Boost the men from this sh*t Now, we say that we did it We don't ball with a limit You a snitch, we can't kick it Risked my life for a business For the sake of these digits [Chorus: Dirtbike LB] There ain't no love Rose Gold Richard Mille, ooh (Rockstar) She lovin' my gang, she lovin' the coupe (Rockstar) I think this money is changin' my mood (Money, changin' my mood) I think the money is changin' my mood