Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mood , by - D-Block Europe. Release date: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mood |
| Now I’m wide awake and |
| Now I’m wide awake and |
| Yeah, now I’m wide awake and |
| Oh God, yeah I’m so impatient |
| I was grabbin' the reload |
| Went from a Q to like three 0s |
| Made a flip, pockets are rippin' |
| I got the just of things |
| Never greedy, man, I share my plate |
| That’s the way that we see more |
| Double up, triple up |
| Triple cup on the amp blows |
| Many trials, many miles |
| Travel up with them nenos |
| Hittin' 3s, gettin' rid |
| I switch on them like I’m D. Rose |
| Swisher Sweets, wrapped in weed |
| Brown paper bag like Migos |
| Switch the beat, ride the wave |
| Hit the sea, splash, splash |
| Fuck a beat, get the cash |
| Get the bag, stack, stack |
| Fuck a beef, but it’s chicken |
| I watch my own back |
| And I do not care 'bout your pockets |
| I’m watchin' my own stack |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off |
| And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off |
| All this money get my mood on |
| No money put my mood off |
| These bitches jarring put my mood off |
| The money callin', it puts my mood on |
| Yeah, yeah, put my mood on |
| Uh, it put my mood on |
| I gotta get it |
| Top of performance, I’m credit |
| Just to make it, I gotta go spend it |
| I get it and chop it up like it’s a edit |
| Play if you want, you be meetin' the medic |
| We can trade shots, yeah they know I don’t mind |
| But I’m still tryna buy it and sell it |
| Do-do-double up and go again and again |
| Again and again and again |
| I bet they remember me now |
| But they didn’t remember me then |
| Every day, we was wakin' up 6AM |
| Broken pockets that I had to mend |
| Get a bird, hit the town and we trend |
| Flyin' round town like it’s the ends |
| I ain’t rich, I can never pretend |
| That’s not for no female, and never a friend |
| So tell her come fuck with my brothers |
| You can’t think 'bout fuckin' with them |
| 'Cause that one’s a rat, I just whip out the pen |
| I said that one’s a rat, I just whip out the pen |
| Yeah, that one’s a rat, I just whip out |
| My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off |
| And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off |
| All this money get my mood on |
| No money put my mood off |
| These bitches jarring put my mood off |
| The money callin', it puts my mood on |
| Yeah, yeah, put my mood on |
| Uh, it put my mood on |
| My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off |
| And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off |
| All this money get my mood on |
| No money put my mood off |
| These bitches jarring put my mood off |
| The money callin', it puts my mood on |
| Yeah, yeah, put my mood on |
| Uh, it put my mood on |