Molten

By Dutchboy

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[Hook]

Money calling

Pussy falling

But through all that

Still think about you, you

Money calling

Pussy falling

But through all that

Still think about you, you


[Verse]

Why the fuck am I caught off this bitch?

(I don't know man)

Dog, I couldn't lie, thought I was off of it

(Thought I was, man)

Swear I had enough but she just wouldn't quit

(She wouldn't, mane)

Thought she taught me love

But she just full of shit

You just full of shit

Had me in your palm

What the fuck is going on

Bruh, my pimping always strong

I could sense that somethings wrong

She done caught me with my guard down

I never been the type to fall, now

Every time she leave I call

How the fuck did I get hit, dog


[Bridge]

Now, I'm out of my mind

Out of my soul

Where did I go?

Ill never know

Ill never know

Now, I'm out of my mind

Out of my soul

Where did I go?

Ill never know

Ill never know


[Hook]

Money calling

Pussy falling

But through all that

Still think about you, you

Money calling

Pussy falling

But through all that

Still think about you, you


[Verse]

Girl, why you have nothing but time?

Why you care like you were mine?

Why do you call up my phone after nine

And insist that we talk for hours at a time?

Why do you worry?

Why you always in a hurry

Why you always talk about shit that don't concern me

It hurt me

I just wish you would prefer me

I just wish you would stop fucking with niggas that hurt you

I just wish I could take it back to days in the park

Where we leave before dark cause of curfew

I just wish I was thirteen

I wish that I never fucked with ol' girl

But I mean, you know you live and you learn

I'm just glad bridges ain't burned

All of these feelings I churned

[?] all your concern

I see that you open

I see its my turn

I just wanna pull up on you

Tell me, can I pull up on you

I just wanna buy a ticket and fly to the pacific with you

And end up somewhere in the heart of Tijuana

I wanna go where you wanna

Do all the stupid shit with you

These other niggas don't get you

And he [?]

I swear he don't miss you

But look who ain't with you


[Hook]

Money calling

Pussy falling

But through all that

Still think about you, you

Money calling

Pussy falling

But through all that

Still think about you, you