Molly (Remix)

[Intro] That’s where you find me My friends call me molly That’s where you find me My friends call me molly [Hook] Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me My friends call me molly, I just want a party Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me My friends call me molly, I just want a party I just, I just wanna party, I just wanna party My friends call me molly, I just want a party [Verse 1: Reese] Hey, I’m fresh up out the runway been long day Trust by running numbers that’s the road race I’m stretching out this money that’s some long cake I’m turnt up at your function 50 deep the strong way You ain’t gotta ask about me nigga You see me on my shit, thick chick but her waste tiny And she be on my tip nigga Two 9 run this shit, you off deck like ?? Lil' shawty' off the molly, pop three more and chug this beer She keep about them things, she don’t love me she love fame They on jock like varsity, so your hoes know the name Nigga still big bank take little bank, you roll weak you cheapskate She bust it open for a young nigga, while I'm posted playing 2k nigga [Hook] [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] Her dome game got extras I’m just keeping it player man Young veggies be flexing, I’m Burberry and Bathing Ape Sometimes I be chilling but I always got crazy days Bad hoes that stay tonight, cause they just trying to find a way I put a chick on a track make her spit bars 19 and my first whip a foreign car Mama want that work but she better get on her job It's a stick up in that bitch that pussy getting robbed The epitome of a real nigga, so a privilege for you to chill with us Fuck around them fuck arounds, and somebody's gonna deal with you, I’m faded it off that earth, peas and carrots on my shirt Every beat get bodied, every snitch nigga get murked [Hook] [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] Bitch, bitch I rep FLA That mean fuck where he at, that mean fuck what he stay When I walk away I love the sound of my name No pussy look me in the face Straight like that so I ate your bitch from the back (Ratchet!) Girl paler than a cookie, my wrist looking like that wet pussy Tussionex look a piss test, one of these nigga's failed and She look almost perfect with that 18 up her tail But you don't wanna see a Broward nigga, start to get shit off of his chest We mix the clean sprite with germs, and I ain’t lying to you If I propose to your bitch she slide on the ring like a ref And a nigga got bands like high school, bitch I sleep good sheets in bed with red bitches complexion like she embarrassed And by the way, that’s all past tense Random disclaimer for all of the crackers funky to me I ride like swine, flew all over the country [Hook]