Mood Ring - Reese Laflare, Pusha T

They tell me slow down, I’m livin' fast

We gon' light up the town, like it’s burnin' down

Don’t go so fast, slow it down

My slow jam might slow dance

Do the right motions

Do the right motions for me

That’s the right motion

That’s the right motion for me

(That's the right motion for me)

Feelin' so dynamite

JJ, good times

Goin' up sky high

Young nigga blowin' up

Tell 'em check the photo of me

I look like a lotta money

Clown niggas that’s lotta funny

I got lotta situations ridin' on me

Cuttin' clocks, gotta take the timer for me

Blow 'em right past, speedin' fast on the gas

People who sleepin' under, who thought I said man down?

That’s how my ways move, they got me in my mood, it’s emotion

For the loadin'

They tell me slow down, I’m livin' fast

We gon' light up the town, like it’s burnin' down

Don’t go so fast, slow it down

My slow jam might slow dance

Do the right motions

Do the right motions for me

That’s the right motion

That’s the right motion for me

Today I feel like I wanna ball, stun this shit on you fuck niggas

There, I feel everyday

Mood ring on you fuck niggas

Draco on all of my hittas

Y’all playin' Russian Roulette with a bunch of unstable young nigga

Fuck how you feel

Ayy, count up the cheerio my nigga

Uh, run up that band eight figures

Ayy, just bought an old-school 850

Ayy, they money dictate how I’m feelin'

Ayy, original set just like Wesby

Badass just like Boosie, I’m with the extras

Nigga be doin' all that hatin'

They cappin' lke we don’t move 'round in this beat like John Wayne

Two breads like I’m Pootie Tang

They hate me 'cause my skin is black

Fuck 12, we need to attack

They ride with it right on they lap

The lastest bitch right on my lap

Got a whole gang of baddies

And she just pour one out the batch

Flare, I am the truth and the facts

Mood swings like a mood ring

What color is you?

Lil Skate, remind me of P little bit

Real shit, fear no nigga

New generation, weirdo niggas, woo

Who clanted you niggas?

Mike Tirico and you niggas

Catch air my nigga, I will blow a flare over there

And it’s open air, Brooke Market

I’m the socket nigga, plug you in

Smell the fumes in my drug bin

PQT’s been dug in

Time for the Sherlin

You can’t afford this whirlwind

Call us up in Berlin

Piracy is Merlin, yah