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Mo Money

 

Mo Money

(album: So Icy Boyz - 2021)


More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more choppers
I'm feeling red, devily, then had feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one
You say I won't first shoot for four ones, now I ball out for the days I ain't have much (SkinnyKhris)

Soul survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
I drive the whip like a stolen car
Fishcale hoop, know a dude your bar
Straight from the block, I was born a star
How you trap out abandoned car?
'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all
Talking this shh, I'ma collect the call
Just sixteen, bitch, knock something off

More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was scheming and plotting on licks
I'm riding solo thugging, whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit
.556 click boom-boom-boom, nigga get outta line, take away the whole click

A soul survivor, go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
Reach for my neck, get his head took off
Racks in my pocket, I know they be watching
Won't stop 'til I'm up, BiC Fizzle a boss
Fuck what it cost, I'ma get what I want
I'm just for less buying clothes and robes
Hellcat engine, Hellcat the sauce
Say I know how to grind, I ain't taking no loss
Get in my feelings, I just fucked my thought
Promethazine just to heal with my cough
Long road pray, I don't never get lost
Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost
Flip flip the bitch, no twenty-two talls
Just threw bruh a pack and he snatched like Moss
1017 on my neck and it cost
On sixteen, the cloud speed where I used to walk

More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more choppers
I'm feeling red, devily, then had feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks, I'ma wear one
You say I won't first shoot for four ones, now I ball out for the days I ain't have much

More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was scheming and plotting on licks
I'm riding solo thugging, whenever I'm out, I ain't worried 'bout shit
.556 click boom-boom-boom, nigga get outta line, take away the whole click

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