Lyrics
Doomshop, mothafucka'
Doomshop, mothafucka'
More money
Capper holding out on more money
So funny
Bitches try to test it's so funny
More money
Capper holding out on more money
So funny
Bitches try to test it's so funny
To-Toted up got blickies on me
Bitch I think you fuckin' phony
I don't give a fuck, lil' homie
Brought my gat, now show me money
Coming from the underworld
My body holds a demon
Heard you screamin' for a break
I don't think anyone could take
I'm a beast, I'm a foe, I'm the one you saw before
Don't be greedy with your life
Heard it right, I think I might
Come rumble with some buckos
Sea of pеople, I'm in trouble
'Bout to burst your fuckin' bubble
Now wе stuck up in a muddle
More money
Capper holding out on more money
So funny
Bitches try to test it's so funny
More money
Capper holding out on more money
So funny
Bitches try to test it's so funny
I cannot resist, re-reminiscing 'bout that big ol' stack
Heart attack
Now you landed here, you better watch your back
Who? Who are you?
Who the fuck I'm talkin' to?
I can see your dirty face, you lookin' like a damn disgrace
Never—Never have I lost it, got a blicky in my pocket
Better open up and watch it, there's a pocket watch I dropped
And my partner picked it up and gave it to me as a gift
What's the time? I never miss, while she suckin' on my dick
Mo-More money
Capper holding out on more money
So funny
Bitches try to test it's so funny
More money
Capper holding out on more money
So funny
Bitches try to test it's so funny
Doomshop, mothafucka'
Doomshop, mothafucka'