Darkside darkside
If it aint bout the money makes no sense MULA
(Darkside shit nigga the f*ck you think it is)
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Step in this bitch wit my shooters
Well connected like computers
Gang shyt when I maneuver
No moves less it's bout the mula
Roll up the gas then I fuel up
Cuban dripping like a cooler
I wanna shout out my jeweler
Reach for my chain
I reach for that ruger
Run up the money no counterfeit
I need a house wit all kind of shyt
3 foreign cars outside of it
2 foreign broads all on my dick
Tag team wit the foreign chicks
Yea Ima Skeet on them tits
Leave em to baby sit
Oh I got drugs
If I make you sick
Take ya pick
Shout out my plug
He the illest to do this shyt
Keep me so faded
Shots of the henny
I bet you want
Boy I be bucking like famous
Choppa start bucking
That bitch leave you brainless
Bring it to ya like a waitress
I'll Take my chances
Life is a roll of the dice
Like You living in Vegas
It's time that you witness my greatness
Waited to long
I done ran out of patience
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Reach for my shit you going get hit
I swear to god imma flip your shit
All these bad bitches around me
And I don't trust not 1 bitch
All my niggas on defense
Blitz your ass with the 4 fif
We going hit something before we dip
Playing with the money shit get real
Flipping weed tryna make a mill
Go to Miami and just chill
Weed lean pop more pills
Same nigga after the deal
Get more money than last year
Keep them broke bitches up out my ear
Talking shit I don't want hear
(STUPID BITCH)
Making moves just to get paid
Big booty women tryna get laid
Met two of them the other day
Called the phone tryna be in my face
Too busy tryna make plays
Murder pussy still beat the case
MikeLarry up in the place, Mike Larry nigga
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Reach for the bag that's ya ass
All a nigga going see is the flash
Hit a lick 3 niggas one mag
I don't even need no mask
Dark side thats the gang bitch
Glock 9 thats my side bitch
We move with the cash automatic
You don't get no money thats tragic
If it aint bout the money makes no sense
If you move you get two nigga don't flinch
I shoot with my gang and we don't miss
Too legit with the hammer we don't quit
I bet we come blitzing like defense
I up and I pop thats the sequence
If u lucky you might see the weekend
My niggas some shooters we tweaking
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Darkside darkside
If it aint bout the money makes no sense MULA
(Darkside shit nigga the f*ck you think it is)
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Step in this bitch wit my shooters
Well connected like computers
Gang shyt when I maneuver
No moves less it's bout the mula
Roll up the gas then I fuel up
Cuban dripping like a cooler
I wanna shout out my jeweler
Reach for my chain
I reach for that ruger
Run up the money no counterfeit
I need a house wit all kind of shyt
3 foreign cars outside of it
2 foreign broads all on my dick
Tag team wit the foreign chicks
Yea Ima Skeet on them tits
Leave em to baby sit
Oh I got drugs
If I make you sick
Take ya pick
Shout out my plug
He the illest to do this shyt
Keep me so faded
Shots of the henny
I bet you want
Boy I be bucking like famous
Choppa start bucking
That bitch leave you brainless
Bring it to ya like a waitress
I'll Take my chances
Life is a roll of the dice
Like You living in Vegas
It's time that you witness my greatness
Waited to long
I done ran out of patience
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Reach for my shit you going get hit
I swear to god imma flip your shit
All these bad bitches around me
And I don't trust not 1 bitch
All my niggas on defense
Blitz your ass with the 4 fif
We going hit something before we dip
Playing with the money shit get real
Flipping weed tryna make a mill
Go to Miami and just chill
Weed lean pop more pills
Same nigga after the deal
Get more money than last year
Keep them broke bitches up out my ear
Talking shit I don't want hear
(STUPID BITCH)
Making moves just to get paid
Big booty women tryna get laid
Met two of them the other day
Called the phone tryna be in my face
Too busy tryna make plays
Murder pussy still beat the case
MikeLarry up in the place, Mike Larry nigga
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Reach for the bag that's ya ass
All a nigga going see is the flash
Hit a lick 3 niggas one mag
I don't even need no mask
Dark side thats the gang bitch
Glock 9 thats my side bitch
We move with the cash automatic
You don't get no money thats tragic
If it aint bout the money makes no sense
If you move you get two nigga don't flinch
I shoot with my gang and we don't miss
Too legit with the hammer we don't quit
I bet we come blitzing like defense
I up and I pop thats the sequence
If u lucky you might see the weekend
My niggas some shooters we tweaking
If it aint bout the money makes no sense MULA
(Darkside shit nigga the f*ck you think it is)
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Step in this bitch wit my shooters
Well connected like computers
Gang shyt when I maneuver
No moves less it's bout the mula
Roll up the gas then I fuel up
Cuban dripping like a cooler
I wanna shout out my jeweler
Reach for my chain
I reach for that ruger
Run up the money no counterfeit
I need a house wit all kind of shyt
3 foreign cars outside of it
2 foreign broads all on my dick
Tag team wit the foreign chicks
Yea Ima Skeet on them tits
Leave em to baby sit
Oh I got drugs
If I make you sick
Take ya pick
Shout out my plug
He the illest to do this shyt
Keep me so faded
Shots of the henny
I bet you want
Boy I be bucking like famous
Choppa start bucking
That bitch leave you brainless
Bring it to ya like a waitress
I'll Take my chances
Life is a roll of the dice
Like You living in Vegas
It's time that you witness my greatness
Waited to long
I done ran out of patience
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Reach for my shit you going get hit
I swear to god imma flip your shit
All these bad bitches around me
And I don't trust not 1 bitch
All my niggas on defense
Blitz your ass with the 4 fif
We going hit something before we dip
Playing with the money shit get real
Flipping weed tryna make a mill
Go to Miami and just chill
Weed lean pop more pills
Same nigga after the deal
Get more money than last year
Keep them broke bitches up out my ear
Talking shit I don't want hear
(STUPID BITCH)
Making moves just to get paid
Big booty women tryna get laid
Met two of them the other day
Called the phone tryna be in my face
Too busy tryna make plays
Murder pussy still beat the case
MikeLarry up in the place, Mike Larry nigga
The money the quarterback
Bet I come blitzing like defense
The money I'm getting that
If it aint bout the money my nigga makes no sense
I shoot with my gang we don't miss
Legit with the hammer we don't quit
Run up the bag no counterfeit
Reach for that bag you gettin hit
Reach for the bag that's ya ass
All a nigga going see is the flash
Hit a lick 3 niggas one mag
I don't even need no mask
Dark side thats the gang bitch
Glock 9 thats my side bitch
We move with the cash automatic
You don't get no money thats tragic
If it aint bout the money makes no sense
If you move you get two nigga don't flinch
I shoot with my gang and we don't miss
Too legit with the hammer we don't quit
I bet we come blitzing like defense
I up and I pop thats the sequence
If u lucky you might see the weekend
My niggas some shooters we tweaking
Writer: Michael Stewart
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid