New York City what up?
New York City what up?
Thank you for riding with MTA, New York City Friends
[Verse 1]
MTA, MTA
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're lost in the drip
And you're talking your shit
But the car ain't going, you're hopping the whip
You're dropping instead of you declining
But fuck it you so ill you got the doctor sick
Clocking the shit before you go get bored
And the rocks get kicked in the office again
Girl in the crib getting topless again
Cause you like it
Yeah come closer tell me how you life it
Tryna rock with the kid
The game likе a soda I been popping the lid
I ain't fucking with the quota I'm off in the mid
Wе can pick a spot to go to just spot in the grid
Yeah tripped on the wire now you face down
Ain't your body color moving in the bass now
Getting back yeah I think we gotta space out
You saying oh you just like 8 mile
Just like saying oh you just like 8 mile
Just like I don't give one, one, one one, one, fuck
I'm gone got nothing, son done swung his nunchucks
Ain't fucking no's, do a little bit of drugs but I overdose
Yeah you know it goes
Stop way too often but the North Pole
Where the souls gone, where you come comatose
And I still floss on a half day
Then you know I'm bout to blow like Pompeii
You just gotta move your hips when the song plays´
And I hope you don't take it in the wrong way
I been on 10 and so am my friends
Y'all pretend like ya'll mad
It depends when where end
To the moment you spend
Any (?)
Small groups go insane
Half name music, half of them pinks
And we all bout to run it back to the banks
Back to the banks, back to the banks
And we all bout to run it back to the banks
Back to the banks, back to the banks
Killing your album with half of the links
And we all bout to run it back to the banks
Back to the banks, Back to the banks, Back to the banks
Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out
Rock out, rock out, rock out
And I'll see you on the dance floor
I think you should dance more
And I'll see you on the dance floor
I think you should dance more Dance more, dance more, dance more
[Verse 2]
I ain't sleep for a minute, I've been wired
It's 5 am but I'm still not tired
Pretty drunk but I'm stumbling
Yeah, okay, I'm pretty high but I could be higher
Do I dance?
Not really, unless I get a little antsy
But you don't entrance me
And you're not bad enough to get this handsy
And the (?) get really ducked
When I'm crossing you know I'm gon' say stuff
That I don't mean Like a dope fiend
With a great gut And all that shit
And I'm feeling fat when I holla back, kid
You tried me extra and now I want my dollar back
We only fuck once a night and never call it back
Yeah, I'm a dickhead, I don't give a fuck
Money on my mind but I'm running out of luck
So I just took a leprechaun out for lunch
All my bitches know that I'm a munch
I only like one but you know I got a bunch
Ayo, if you're that one, I'm sorry I'm a lil' fucked up right now
You know I mean
You know who you are
I'm only doing that shit
'Cause I feel like you do the same
I mean, you mad far away and shit
And I lowkey stopped like a couple weeks ago
This shit is just for, you know, dramatic effect
You feel me, that's all it really is
You know Dramatic effect, motherfucker
We on the 32nd floor and shit
Looking at the city like
My time and I'm poor And I never had to protect
Yeah, I'm on the kitchen floor
I'm a grab in a sec
And I owe Keyon so I pass him the check
The second that I get it, coming back from the wreck
Yeah, I'm 'bout to drive the boat like a cabin on deck
You the man on the moon
I'm the man on the moon
I don't even see nothing but the room
