Molly (Remix)

By Reese LAFLARE

Released on February 21, 2013

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[Intro]

That’s where you find me

My friends call me molly

That’s where you find me

My friends call me molly


[Hook]

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

I just, I just wanna party, I just wanna party

My friends call me molly, I just want a party


[Verse 1: Reese]

Hey, I’m fresh up out the runway been long day

Trust by running numbers that’s the road race

I’m stretching out this money that’s some long cake

I’m turnt up at your function 50 deep the strong way

You ain’t gotta ask about me nigga

You see me on my shit, thick chick but her waste tiny

And she be on my tip nigga

Two 9 run this shit, you off deck like ??

Lil' shawty' off the molly, pop three more and chug this beer

She keep about them things, she don’t love me she love fame

They on jock like varsity, so your hoes know the name

Nigga still big bank take little bank, you roll weak you cheapskate

She bust it open for a young nigga, while I'm posted playing 2k nigga


[Hook]

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

I just, I just wanna party, I just wanna party

My friends call me molly, I just want a party


[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]

Her dome game got extras

I’m just keeping it player man

Young veggies be flexing, I’m Burberry and Bathing Ape

Sometimes I be chilling but I always got crazy days

Bad hoes that stay tonight, cause they just trying to find a way

I put a chick on a track make her spit bars

19 and my first whip a foreign car

Mama want that work but she better get on her job

It's a stick up in that bitch that pussy getting robbed

The epitome of a real nigga, so a privilege for you to chill with us

Fuck around them fuck arounds, and somebody's gonna deal with you

I’m faded it off that earth, peas and carrots on my shirt

Every beat get bodied, every snitch nigga get murked


[Hook]

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

I just, I just wanna party, I just wanna party

My friends call me molly, I just want a party


[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]

Bitch, bitch I rep FLA

That mean fuck where he at, that mean fuck what he stay

When I walk away I love the sound of my name

No pussy look me in the face

Straight like that so I ate your bitch from the back (Ratchet!)

Girl paler than a cookie, my wrist looking like that wet pussy

Tussionex look a piss test, one of these nigga's failed and

She look almost perfect with that 18 up her tail

But you don't wanna see a Broward nigga, start to get shit off of his chest

We mix the clean sprite with germs, and I ain’t lying to you

If I propose to your bitch she slide on the ring like a ref

And a nigga got bands like high school, bitch

I sleep good sheets in bed with red bitches complexion like she embarrassed

And by the way, that’s all past tense

Random disclaimer for all of the crackers funky to me

I ride like swine, flew all over the country


[Hook]

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

Pull up to the club, VIP that’s where you find me

My friends call me molly, I just want a party

I just, I just wanna party, I just wanna party

My friends call me molly, I just want a party