Guapdad 4000 & !llmind - Muhammad lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, what is that? Yeah [Chorus] Look at my bag What's in that? All fifties, hunnids Capitol Hill, Capital One We gon capital run it Only 69 my hoes I can't keep it a hunnid 50 fu*king dollars b*tch you coulda kept it a 100 My b*tch up a 100 And she started as a runner Before the trap we was fu*kin' started as a plummer 200 by the winter if you started in the summer Both my parents trap And it started with my mother [Verse 1] When you getting low flows See yo me they wanna smother b*tch in there with Jigga juice Yeah, that's my brother Left Valentine's Day Get his daddy a new Porsche Just for his pops to say he ain't want the sport Team up with money, money up with sport All the cool kids in high school is now dorks (Weird) Come full circle, and karma stab you like a spork Cookin' in the lab Just to get my bake on like pork My momma want a Hermes My brother want a Hammer And listen when I talk, like the honorable Muhammad In the durag catching head From my biker b*tch, Ducati b*tch, you know my body I'm not anybody [Chorus] Look at my bag What's in that? All fifties hundreds Capitol Hill, Capital One We gon' capital run it Only 69 my hoes I can't keep it a hunnid 50 fu*king dollars b*tch you coulda kept it a 100 My b*tch up a 100 And she started as a runner Before the trap we was fu*kin' started as a plummer 200 by the winter if we started in the summer Both my parents trap And it started with my mother [Verse 2] I just fu*ked a bag at Saks Had a orgy with my commas Twisted [?] But this ain't the Bahamas Got a lot of sense But a ni**a name ain't Common Had some ni**a switch on me I'm doing me regardless Only ni**as I fu*k with is blue like the Watchmen Whole body covered in water But I ain't washing Ran out the store without buying this Givenchy Not spending money on powder But ain't no laundry Momma in jail, daddy in jail I'm a orphan They want me in school I wanna scam, I wanna escort sh*t Oakland ni**a I'mma do the race, Ricky Bobby Why I need the sloppy I'm not anybody, so- [Chorus] Look at my bag What's in that? All fifties, hunnids Capital hill, capital one We gon capital run it Only 69 my hoes I can't keep it a hunnid 50 fu*king dollars b*tch you coulda kept it a 100 My b*tch up a 100 And she started as we runner Before the trap we we fu*kin' started as a plummer 200 by the winter if she started in the summer Both my parents trap And it started with my mother