Yung Mojo
422
[Hook]
Takin' trips with the pack, I ain't never bitchin'
I got pounds of the gas n***a, fuck a chicken
You can catch me in the kitchen, like a chef I whip it
422, OT, yeah I'm makin' digits

[Verse]
You ain't never seen a hundred on the scale
You ain't never got them shipments in the mail
I'm a real trapper, I got clientele
I'm a real trapper I got clientele

In the bando, I was servin' all them grams
In the bando, I was stackin' up them bands
In the bando, I was trappin' wit' my mans
In the bando, yeah it's Gucci on my belt(?)

When I touch it, get it gone man it's magic
In love wit' money, I love green like it's St. Patrick's
I'm smokin dope, I'm sippin' drank like it's my passion
My momma hate it, yeah, she callin' me an addict

[Hook]
Takin' trips with the pack, I ain't never bitchin'
I got pounds of the gas n***a, fuck a chicken
You can catch me in the kitchen, like a chef I whip it
422, OT, yeah I'm makin' digits
[Verse]
When I get it, I don't gotta use the scale
I can't fuck wit' n***as, swear they gon' tell
You ain't street, man these pussy n***as frail
223s, it be louder than some bales

When I pull up, I'mma skrrt off in that Jag
When I pull up, I'mma skrrt off with that bag
Louie V, double G she love the swag
She know I'm cute, she tryna bag

I don't need her unless she focused on that cash
I don't need her unless she tryna do the dash
Cops pull me so she stash it in her snatch
Cops pull me so she stash it in her snatch