#Freemolly (Intro)

Shoutout to my mom, love you mom
Money!

I've always been after the cheese
Freedom for all my homies locked up
Pouring out some liquor for my homies gone
And to my baby mama, a kiss

F***ing with the most famous bitch
I hit the curve that's the most dangerous
Bitch, I can turn you into a goddess
Just gotta write you a couple of things

Expensive designs, Pininfarina
That ass is worth more than a bag of flour
Bitch, you can be on the corner
Yo, come over here, lines are forming

Sniatch, there's blood on the street
Don't call the ambulance, they bring the cops
I laugh at the pain, and cry from joy
I don't trust the system, in the trap house it's shady

Kids are born with anxiety
'Cause mom was hooked
Hooked with a belly, and everyone wants to be a hustler
'Cause the parents were flexing and making cash with the hustle

Sad to see she doesn't want me, happy 'cause there are more women
I've stopped making cash, now I'm gonna get it
Bitch, things aren't always how you want them
My little bro was eating on Ryanair flights

Dots and crosses, bitch, but it's not sewing
The thieves coming for the positions
Treating those junkies like trash
'Cause I know they lie when they swear

Bitch, I'm not cute, and I don't wanna be
I pay cash, like it should be
And now every time I f***, I f*** two bitches
We're getting really, really rich

Neither sad nor happy, just getting paper
I light up a blunt, looks like a baseball bat
Bills are paid, bitch, I owe no one
And I smoke my money, drink it too.