Money Jake & EST Gee – Super Mode Lyrics

Money Jake Super Mode Lyrics, Super Mode Lyrics by Money Jake ft EST Gee

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)
[?] did this shit
Look

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 triple mode (Triple-triple mode)
I told that bitch, she want a ring? Go win the Super Bowl (Super-Super Bowl), stupid hoe

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, I charge for thirty if I hit it (Ugh, ugh)
If you ain’t got that bread, I’m droppin’ thirty on your fitty (Buh, buh)
What you know ’bout cookin’ coke, that shit like rice cakes (Mean)
Feds hit the spot, they found a lot, but that ain’t my place (For real)
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 a emblem (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)
She 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

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 triple mode (Woah, woah, woah, yeah, triple-triple mode)
I told that bitch, she want a ring? Go win the Super Bowl (Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Super-Super Bowl), stupid hoe

I’m notoriously known for gettin’ units sold (Gettin’ shit sold)
I take it personal, you talk to me and knew you told (Lil’ rat ass)
They just be actin’ turnt, niggas playing movie rolls (Niggas hoe’s)
Go get this low-low from a thotty, he like goofy hoe’s (He like thots)
And if it’s hud or money, you know I choose the roll (You know I choose the cash)
Loose lil’ white end boy, Ricky Rubio (Uh, uh)
I got they whole block spent, hard to pick who put it on (Uh, hard to pick to put it on)
Remember ridin’ with lil’ Dan, we tried to pick up on (Uh, tried to)
Never not servin’, while we purgin’ keep ’em in they phone (Uh, keep ’em in they phone)
I got a quarter million jewelry, I don’t work from home (Uh, I don’t work from home)
And I got rich, I ain’t get lucky, came from hittin’ on my [?] (Yeah, ruff)
I need extra so I stretched it, I’ma mix it in with somethin’ (Yeah, mm, mix it in with somethin’)
Then we walked off with the Wok, syringe the bottle, Robitussin (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
This what happen when you sandwich baggin’ pieces out the oven (Pieces out the oven)
We up early, Diddy makin’ [?] his muffin ([?] his muffin)
Ain’t a friend of me until they bury me, nigga I’m thuggin’ (Uh, uh)

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 triple mode (Triple-triple mode)
I told that bitch, she want a ring? Go win the Super Bowl (Super-Super Bowl), stupid hoe