Mood

Yeah

I'm not gonna beg you bitch

Oh I'm not gonna beg you

I'm not gonna beg you

Never been the type to beg a bitch

Even when mi broke I still said I'm rich

Licy seh mi dark and stubborn, see

But me haffi score that penalty

I've been gone for too long

So baby what you tryna do

Bottle of di Casa now me in the mood

V12 still speedin' through

Live it up, bottle filling up

Spend a little money cause me feelin' very fine

Me have the shoes and my skin's a designer

Fuck his story me a write out the lines so

Zip down, and blend ina the crowd

Baby come bubble for me now, you're sexy like woe

Ghetto yute live your life loud, march out, wicked and bold

Cause dem a try mold

Dem a try fi use we like a tool

Every time mi rise dem wah fi screw

Me nuh care a what dem wah fi do

Cause I'm in my mood

Mi see seh dem heart full of jealousy

As a nigga rise dem a plan up fi

Snatch dem soul like property

So you haffi read it properly

Cause you can't trust man it even say it ina the bible

When you shake mi hand you better look ina mi eye too

Me have a three piece fi boy weh a size up

Badmind me tired a, so the thing a rise up

Hey

I do my own thing, I don't trouble a soul

(Understand me baby)

Dem never notice seh mi drop a beast pon the road

(Understand me baby)

I stay lowkey, I don't hide from ghosts

(Understand me baby)

And I have no problem movin' on

Yeah, I mad chile, let me give you a reminder

Hundred million dollars for the mansion up a China

Me have a bad bitch, it come with the vagina

Pon another level, and mi still a pree fi climb up

So put your rings up, toast to the God

Every day we just a watch the brick a multiply

G five me a wake up ina the sky

And a watch mi enemies dem die

Cause dem wah fi use we like a tool

You know dem see wi drive so dem a screw

Me nuh care a what dem wah fi do

Cause I'm in my mood, I'm in my mood

I'm in my mood

ZSA

This feel like voodoo

I'm in my mood