MollyWatta lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ha, ha
Huh

[Chorus]
Okay, let's get into that (Let's get it)
f*ck all that talkin' and dissin' on Live
Let pull up and skrrt in the Scat (Let pull, let, ha)
She see my swag, it blowin' her mind
I pop a check and then go by the ounce
All of this money, it relieve my downs (Huh)
b*tch make it clap on the beat, it go bounce
I chill in the Maybach, that boy on the couch (Couch, couch, huh, sh*t)
Pack came in, run with the cash (Rah)
Big bills in, run into Saks (Huh)
I f*ck her once, that ho callin' me "dad" (Callin' me "dad")
I cop a Birkin, I cop the bag (Huh)
I went inside Chanelly, pop tags (Blatt)
I f*ck yo b*tch and this ho brag (Huh)
But I can't even get into that (I can't)
Uh, she pop a X, she get glad (She get glad)
All this money, how could you be mad? (Could you be mad?)
I'm in Calabasas with the 'Cat (With the 'Cat)
Cougar b*tch jump in the 'Vette, do the dash
Huh, uh, uh
Homicide, kill sh*t (Homicide, woo-woo)
Homicide, drill sh*t (Fah, fah, woo-woo)
Suicidal b*tch, cut ya real wrist (Fah, fah, woo-woo, woo)
Molly water, whippin' up real sh*t (Woo-woo)
I'ma pop the tag on a real sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
Double C, Chanel, wanna feel sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
Baby girl, come and cop a feel, feel
Ah, I got molly water, drippin' from my head to my toe (Huh)
I could pop this Perc', I pop this X on Melrose (Pop it)
Your b*tch tryna hit my plug, I just call up lil' Pablo (Brr, brr)
Huh, huh (Brr, brr), huh
She wanna hop on the jet (Hop on the)
PJ flyin', b*tch, get wet (Wetter)
I'm tryna f*ck on her gret, huh ('Gretter)
I'm tryna f*ck, no regrets, huh (Regret)
Baby girl, you slidin' to the crib, don't you know we don't got strings to attach? Huh (No way)
[Bridge]
sh*t, I f*cked up (I f*cked up)
f*cked up, okay, yeah-yeah
PJ, jet, hop on the jet, yeah (f*ck that)
Vanni got swag and it's that (It's that), uh (That)
She know, she know, she know
She know, she know, she know, she know (Uh, uh)
Uh

[Chorus]
Okay, let's get into that (Let's get it)
f*ck all that talkin' and dissin' on Live
Let pull up and skrrt in the Scat (Let pull, let, ha)
She see my swag, it blowin' her mind
I pop a check and then go by the ounce
All of this money, it relieve my downs (Huh)
b*tch make it clap on the beat, it go bounce
I chill in the Maybach, that boy on the couch (Couch, couch, huh, sh*t)
Pack came in, run with the cash (Rah)
Big bills in, run into Saks (Huh)
I f*ck her once, that ho callin' me "dad" (Callin' me "dad")
I cop a Birkin, I cop the bag (Huh)
I went inside Chanelly, pop tags (Blatt)
I f*ck yo b*tch and this ho brag (Huh)
But I can't even get into that (I can't)
Uh, she pop a X, she get glad (She get glad)
All this money, how could you be mad? (Could you be mad?)
I'm in Calabasas with the 'Cat (With the 'Cat)
Cougar b*tch jump in the 'Vette, do the dash
Huh, uh, uh
Homicide, kill sh*t (Homicide, woo-woo)
Homicide, drill sh*t (Fah, fah, woo-woo)
Suicidal b*tch, cut ya real wrist (Fah, fah, woo-woo, woo)
Molly water, whippin' up real sh*t (Woo-woo)
I'ma pop the tag on a real sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
Double C, Chanel, wanna feel sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
Baby girl, come and cop a feel, feel
Ah, I got molly water, drippin' from my head to my toe (Huh)
I could pop this Perc', I pop this X on Melrose (Pop it)
Your b*tch tryna hit my plug, I just call up lil' Pablo (Brr, brr)
Huh, huh (Brr, brr), huh
She wanna hop on the jet (Hop on the)
PJ flyin', b*tch, get wet (Wetter)
I'm tryna f*ck on her gret, huh ('Gretter)
I'm tryna f*ck, no regrets, huh (Regret)
Baby girl, you slidin' to the crib, don't you know we don't got strings to attach? Huh (No way)