Mood
BlueBucksClan Lyrics


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This my mood
In this bitch talkin' shit again
(Talkin' shit again)
BucksClan finna get this bitch lit again
(Get this bitch lit)
All my niggas buy they own shit
We ain't pitchin' in
(We ain't pitchin' in)
Front desk callin' like
"It's hoes here" send 'em in
(Romo, send 'em in)
Hundreds bustin' all out my joggers
I can't fit 'em in (Fit 'em in)
Big hammers in the club, damn
How you get it in? (How you get it in?)
I ain't nothin' like your last dude
You ain't used to this (yeah)
I ain't in the mood for fast food
I want Ruth Chris

I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code
Better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do
That's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm
A real one, I'm 'bout millions
I can't feel nothin'

If she top five, she get Popeyes
Finna take my ratchet bitch to Mastro's
Bougie bitch important for my backbone
How you look at me do your mind wrong
This ain't what you used to
But somehow, make it ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm feeling more vulnerable
Bust it, I'm gon' beat it 'til it's loose

I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code
Better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got shit that we could do
That's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm
A real one, I'm 'bout millions
I can't feel nothin'

Pull up in that S6, you ain't used to this
(Used to it) quarantine with your bitch
We ain't doin' shit
(We ain't doin' shit)
I be fuckin' niggas' hoes, yeah
I ruin shit (yeah, I ruin shit)
She finna make me act a
Fool like I'm Ludacris (Act a fool)
Got the top and I ain't hit
But she used to this (Used to it)
She know she the baddest bitch
She got confidence (yeah, you bad)
Mimosa party
All the bitches in here bottomless
(yeah, they bottomless)
I let her rip the runway, now she modeling
(Now she modeling)
I can turn a weak bitch to a poppin' bitch
(Poppin' bitch) i let all my bitches fight
I ain't stoppin' shit (Hell nah)
Wear this Off White once
I ain't washin' it (I ain't washin' it)




Blue Franks in my pocket
Ain't no Washingtons (Washingtons)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to BlueBucksClan's song "Mood" convey a sense of confidence, assertiveness, and a desire for luxury. The opening lines suggest that despite any negative chatter or criticism, BlueBucksClan will continue to elevate and make a mark in the industry. They assert their independence and financial independence, stating that they don't need to rely on others for their success. The mention of the front desk calling for "hoe," highlights their status and the presence of attractive companions.


The chorus reflects their mood, which is described as tireless and unstoppable. They emphasize their loyalty to the code and their expectation of others to be genuine and trustworthy. BlueBucksClan presents themselves as someone who is looking for meaningful connections and new experiences. They make it clear that they are not interested in superficial or fast-food-like encounters, but rather desire something of higher quality, like Ruth's Chris steakhouse.


The second verse further showcases their confidence and ability to attract attention from women. They mention taking their "ratchet bitch" to Mastro's, a high-end restaurant, implying that they can appreciate both lifestyles and aren't bound by expectations. They convey a sense of not being easily influenced or swayed by others' opinions and emphasize their inclination towards pleasure and indulgence.


Overall, the lyrics of "Mood" present BlueBucksClan as individuals who are self-assured, unapologetic about their desires, and willing to take risks to achieve what they want.


Line by Line Meaning

This my mood
This is how I am feeling


In this bitch talkin' shit again
Being disrespectful and causing trouble again in this situation


BucksClan finna get this bitch lit again
The group BucksClan is about to make this situation lively and exciting again


All my niggas buy they own shit We ain't pitchin' in
All my friends purchase their own things and don't contribute together


Front desk callin' like "It's hoes here" send 'em in
The person at the front desk is notifying that there are women available, so bring them inside


Hundreds bustin' all out my joggers I can't fit 'em in
I have so much money in my pants that it's overflowing and I can't contain it


Big hammers in the club, damn How you get it in?
Carrying large guns in the club, and people wonder how I managed to bring them inside


I ain't nothin' like your last dude You ain't used to this
I am completely different from your previous partner, and you're not accustomed to my behavior


I ain't in the mood for fast food I want Ruth's Chris
I don't desire quick and cheap things; I prefer a high-end dining experience at Ruth's Chris Steak House


I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
I am in a state of mind where I have the ability to exhaust or wear you out


That's my baby, my lil', ooh
Referring to someone as my significant other, expressing endearment


If you go against the code Better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you act against the rules, it's best if you don't discover any incriminating information


If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
If you aren't completely honest and trustworthy, I will suffer the consequences


I got shit that we could do That's gon' vibe you out, yeah
I have activities and experiences that will create a pleasant and harmonious atmosphere for you


This ain't what you used to, I'm A real one, I'm 'bout millions I can't feel nothin'
This is not the usual or typical, I am a genuine person focused on making millions, and I am emotionally numb


If she top five, she get Popeyes
If she is considered among the best, she will be rewarded with a meal from Popeyes


Finna take my ratchet bitch to Mastro's
I am planning to bring my wild and rebellious partner to a high-end restaurant called Mastro's


Bougie bitch important for my backbone
A high-maintenance woman is essential to support and stabilize my position


How you look at me do your mind wrong
The way you observe or judge me messes with your mindset


This ain't what you used to But somehow, make it ooh, ooh, ooh
This is different from what you are accustomed to, but somehow it still excites you


I'm feeling more vulnerable
I am becoming more susceptible to emotional openness


Bust it, I'm gon' beat it 'til it's loose
Engage in sexual activity, and I will continue until it becomes effortless or unrestricted


Pull up in that S6, you ain't used to this
Arriving in an Audi S6, something you are not accustomed to


Quarantine with your bitch We ain't doin' shit
Spending time in isolation with your significant other, but not engaging in any exciting activities


I be fuckin' niggas' hoes, yeah I ruin shit
I have sexual encounters with other men's girlfriends, causing disruption and damage


She finna make me act a Fool like I'm Ludacris
She is about to make me behave foolishly, like the rapper Ludacris


Got the top and I ain't hit But she used to this
I gained access to the upper-tier social circle, but she is familiar with this lifestyle


She know she the baddest bitch She got confidence
She is aware that she is the most attractive woman and possesses self-assurance


Mimosa party All the bitches in here bottomless
A gathering where mimosas are served, and all the women present are dressed without bottoms


I let her rip the runway, now she modeling
I allowed her to showcase her beauty and walk confidently, and now she is pursuing a modeling career


I can turn a weak bitch to a poppin' bitch
I have the ability to transform a timid woman into someone who stands out and commands attention


I let all my bitches fight I ain't stoppin' shit
I allow all my girlfriends to argue or confront each other, and I won't intervene or prevent it


Wear this Off White once I ain't washin' it
I will wear this clothing from the luxury brand Off-White once without washing it


Blue Franks in my pocket Ain't no Washingtons
I have a significant amount of money in my pocket, specifically blue-colored hundred-dollar bills, not one-dollar bills (Washingtons)




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