B. Lou - Molly lyrics

Look how she t**ng I think she on Molly Young n***a trapped in Versace Throwing that cash is my hobby She all at Onyx and Follies Look how she t**ng I think she on Molly Young n***a trapped in Versace Throwing that cash is my hobby She all at Onyx and Follies. Can't put no trust in no hoe She off the Molly I just popped a perc on my whoas We pop em out of control We balling out of control Imma pull up in the Rolls n***a I'm icy i'm froze 4th grade was selling that snow Yeah I was selling that snow None of my n***as no h**s All of us wit it for sure n***a riding around with them poles Even at night I might glow Selling that green Piccolo I do this s**t for my 4 I power up like the hulk I be rerocking the dough (rerock) A n***a riding around with the hammer Whipping that Hannah Montana I got the h**s yeah I'm Santa Just poured a four with my Grandma b**hes they digging my grammar I got the plug in Atlanta Look how she t**ng on camera 500 K in the attic 500 K in the mattress .. trust in my savage Making these plays like John Madden So many n***as with heat you would think that they dragons Smoking on purp, I be laughing If you run up it's a hazard We taking off just like NASA Say you move fast, we move faster Breaking down .. a disaster I'll stomp you out like a Kappa She on that Molly she calling me master . Look how she t**ng I think she on Molly Young n***a trapped in Versace Throwing that cash is my hobby She all at Onyx and Follies Look how she t**ng I think she on Molly Young n***a trapped in Versace Throwing that cash is my hobby She all at Onyx and Follies. .. hopped out the Mazi, I'm icy Your b***h say she like me I'm piping Non of these thot h**s I'm wifing, you trifling My diamonds they wet like they crying b**hes be lying .. my Nike Might trap out these bodies Your b***h I be bodied I stay on that Bronx, they selling Narcotics Been busting that .. Getting topped in that Audi I think she on Molly This b***h in the lobby like buffy the body Your b***h shake my d**k up like it's Sonics .. is for blood gang What's popping? We come through your city And have your b***h flocking Wrist filled up with diamonds I steady be shopping Your man he is a bum And these cities be lying I run through the money without even trying Run up on the crew, lil homie you dying. Look how she t**ng I think she on Molly Young n***a trapped in Versace Throwing that cash is my hobby She all at Onyx and Follies Look how she t**ng I think she on Molly Young n***a trapped in Versace Throwing that cash is my hobby She all at Onyx and Follies. Look how she t**ng I think she on Molly Young n***a trapped in Versace Throwing that cash is my hobby She all at Onyx and Folliesss.