Mood - D-Block Europe, M Huncho

Now I’m wide awake and

Now I’m wide awake and

Yeah, now I’m wide awake and

Oh God, yeah I’m so impatient

I was grabbin' the reload

Went from a Q to like three 0s

Made a flip, pockets are rippin'

I got the just of things

Never greedy, man, I share my plate

That’s the way that we see more

Double up, triple up

Triple cup on the amp blows

Many trials, many miles

Travel up with them nenos

Hittin' 3s, gettin' rid

I switch on them like I’m D. Rose

Swisher Sweets, wrapped in weed

Brown paper bag like Migos

Switch the beat, ride the wave

Hit the sea, splash, splash

Fuck a beat, get the cash

Get the bag, stack, stack

Fuck a beef, but it’s chicken

I watch my own back

And I do not care 'bout your pockets

I’m watchin' my own stack

Yeah, yeah, yeah

My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off

And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off

All this money get my mood on

No money put my mood off

These bitches jarring put my mood off

The money callin', it puts my mood on

Yeah, yeah, put my mood on

Uh, it put my mood on

I gotta get it

Top of performance, I’m credit

Just to make it, I gotta go spend it

I get it and chop it up like it’s a edit

Play if you want, you be meetin' the medic

We can trade shots, yeah they know I don’t mind

But I’m still tryna buy it and sell it

Do-do-double up and go again and again

Again and again and again

I bet they remember me now

But they didn’t remember me then

Every day, we was wakin' up 6AM

Broken pockets that I had to mend

Get a bird, hit the town and we trend

Flyin' round town like it’s the ends

I ain’t rich, I can never pretend

That’s not for no female, and never a friend

So tell her come fuck with my brothers

You can’t think 'bout fuckin' with them

'Cause that one’s a rat, I just whip out the pen

I said that one’s a rat, I just whip out the pen

Yeah, that one’s a rat, I just whip out

My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off

And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off

All this money get my mood on

No money put my mood off

These bitches jarring put my mood off

The money callin', it puts my mood on

Yeah, yeah, put my mood on

Uh, it put my mood on

My brother put the microwave on, don’t let it cool off

And you can’t walk in with your shoes on, take your shoes off

All this money get my mood on

No money put my mood off

These bitches jarring put my mood off

The money callin', it puts my mood on

Yeah, yeah, put my mood on

Uh, it put my mood on