The Demon

(Album: 17Molly - 2022)

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I put money on plates and niggas started getting greedy
Putting bullets through heads the only way we getting even
They like, "Molly, bring that old shit back, we need the demon"
I gave these hoes a chance to get they shine, but they ain't need it
Fuck I look like fighting with some hoes, is you stupid?
I'ma get to dropping shit, I get dirt on my Cuban
Heard through the grapevine I lost it, I ain't lose shit
Tell these hoes hang that shit up, nuisance
How much they paying you to hop from dick to dick?
It ain't enough for me, my baby, I'm too rich
Look at my kit, look at my whip, look at my 'fit
Fuck a lick, bitch, I look like a walking brick
They on the 'Gram talking 'bout I got my ass done
We talking money, when I checked, niggas ain't had none
Tatted the chopper, we ain't riding 'round with handguns
Playing foul, I get the ups, I'm scoring and-ones
I built this shit up from the ground like it was Play-Doh
Catch bitches lacking, they say, "Man," like Drego
I need to chill, I'm dropping Perkies in my Faygo
We in the trap, you better ghetto knock, don't play, bro
The gas prices went up, you got offended (Broke ass)
You should guess how much it cost to fill my Benz up
Summertime, riding with my white Christian Louboutins
Ghetto bitch, wintertime, lace my Timbs up
My son chain got the V's, not the SIs
Your shit won't dance if you hit it with a flashlight
To do the shit you wanna do, you wait on tax time
I'm the catch, I get a dog nigga to act right

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