Mood Songtext
von D-Block Europe feat. M Huncho

Yeah, I told her, "You ain′t gotta worry 'bout us"
T-house for a month (yeah)
Seven pounds and it′s smellin' like runtz
I know she steppin' with us (for real)
I told the plug, "I′ma need an abundance"
Flooded the city with mud (for real)
Top down, but we came out the jungle
Baby, it′s so different for us

Eight bricks and the stick on the journey
Now, he's relyin′ on luck
I told my lady, "You're thick and you′re curvy, baby, I'm tryna fuck"
Said you give up and these niggas ain′t worthy
Showing you life's a must (a must)
I told my nigga to hang out the ride
Burnin' these opps like a furnace


This is my turn, and I′m takin′ what's mine, mm
Sick of the rap niggas, sick of the liеs, mm
First time when I fuck on a Perc
And I thought I didn′t likе it (like it)
The first time when she fuck with the kid
She said, "How am I like this?"

There ain't no love
Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar)
She lovin′ my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar)
I think this money is changin′ my mood (money, changin' my mood)
I think the money is changin' my mood

Yeah, rich nigga opinion, I got a rich nigga opinion, yeah
Deals flyin′ all winter, and I get you slimed out by a minion, yeah
Hate all these niggas, I′m sick of 'em, yeah
Wrist is one-hundred, the flick of it, yeah
Look at my jewels, I might shed couple tears
The come up in the bando, I shed couple years

We go AP for the time
My Jordan 4′s are Off-White
My eyes are lazy, I look tired
Can't explain to probation I′m high
Richard Mille in my white vest, uh
Might put my darg to the test
I just put the TV's in the rear
And I put some VV′s in her ear


My nigga fuck up the crack game
Run it up like it was his career
You might think he's a football player
In the club like he plays for the Spears
Oh, shit, I mean plays for the Spurs
I run up a check and I stuck to my word
I'm telling my youngins, "It′s customer first"
He left his lil′ lady and slung him a bird

There ain't no love
Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar)
She lovin′ my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar)
I think this money is changin′ my mood (money, changin' my mood)
I think the money is changin′ my mood

They cannot do what I do, I barely fit in this coupe
I'm feelin' so in my bag, they cannot fuck up my groove
I threw a wunna to Steve, told him, "Get high on this food"
′Cause I am leaving the life, I can′t be sane in this mood
I know I'm goin′ all glad, I put a price on your head

Four figures, that's less than one eighth that I put on my wrist
That′s takin' the piss for real (yeah, yeah)
Eight figures on the way, I′m takin' the piss, for real
I'm tryna be friends with Richard before all the Richard Milles
This money gave me all the thrills
This money made me miss some meals
This money made me keep it chill

And I planned for this shit
Let it snow in this bitch
Boost the men from this shit
Now, we say that we did it
We don′t ball with a limit
You a snitch, we can′t kick it
Risked my life for a business
For the sake of these digits

There ain't no love
Rose gold Richard Mille, ooh (rockstar)
She lovin′ my gang, she lovin' the coupe (rockstar)
I think this money is changin′ my mood (money, changin' my mood)
I think the money is changin′ my mood