Super Mode Money Jake (Ft. EST Gee)

[Intro: Money Jake]
Hah, hah-hah, hah-hah, hah-hah, hah-hah, hah (I'm in super mode)
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah (Super niggas in super mode)
Cior did this shit
Look

[Chorus: Money Jake]
These niggas actin' like they lit when that shit super old (Super old)
They think that want your clothes, I got stupid loads (Stupid-stupid loads)
I'm knockin' plays off in my rental, I'm in trooper mode (Trooper-trooper mode)
I told that bitch, she want a ring? Go win the Super Bowl (Super-Super Bowl), stupid ho

[Verse 1: Money Jake]
I'm young, I'm turnt, I'm litty, got a hundred in my kidney (Hundred, hundred, hundred)
And I don't duck no beef, I keep my .30 and my Glizzy (Gllllt)
These [?] they charge for sixty, charge you thirty if I hit it (Ugh, ugh)
If you ain't got that bread, I'm droppin' thirty on your fitted (Buh, buh)
What you know 'bout cookin' coke, that shit like rice cakes? (Mean)
Fеds hit the spot, they found a lot, but that ain't my place (For rеal)
If you work for me, I pay your lawyer like it's my case (My God)
Always duckin' tongues, I ain't never had no MySpace (Ahaha)
Foolie, why talkin' like a big dawg? Bitch, I am one (You better know it)
Don't make me catch you and your man and get an and-one (Bah, bah)
She hold my bricks, she catch my loads, she get her hair done (My bitch)
And I ain't beefin' 'bout no bitches, we can share one (For real)
See, sellin' dope, it never let me down (Never)
I'ma have you wait with any plug, we could go pound for pound (Real)
Bet I won't be kneelin' down (Never)
I could ride through any block, the flamers jump to flame me down (Foolie!)
Know I got that good smack, my trap jumpin' like Shannon Brown