M.O.E.
(专辑: Hotel California - 2013)
[Hook:] Wake up in the
morning feeling so damn good, I
made music so good today Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches, and you know we bout to roll some trees I'm feeling it... you feeling it I'm feeling it... you feeling it M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything [x4] [Tyga:] Taking my time to perfect the
beats And I
still got love for the
streets, king gold chains And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a
drink Couple bad bitches, they just want VIP You a
playa fo real? Don't bring around me Got girls left up in the
backseat Runnin like attract me, that's me, leather on the
6th speed Love it when she got her own shit together Got shit to lose, then she with whatever Always out of town, she my distant lover Only pull in driveways with tints and better Gold rims, we ghetto, on the
chase for cheddar From a
jet runway, I
can land wherever Make more in a
day than your salary Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I
don't lose sleep, Man I... [Hook] [Wiz Khalifa:] I
roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playing My clothes from the
runway, my kush come from the
land You's a
baller or a
hustler then you know what I'm saying Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I
don't care I'm rolling Probably do a
95, smoking getting mighty high Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly If I
don't smoke I'll probably die I'm holding Gripping on the
steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam Ridin through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the
fuckin man Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I
go to sleep That's why I... [Hook] [Tyga:] Drive fast til I'm out of gas Getting money like this, can't look back She a
one night stand, tryna make it last But I
be out of town soon as I
hit that 15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots You ain't getting money like that I
put rhymes on the
beat, T-Rawws on the
feet Don't hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be I
do mostly what the
minimum do So my girls might be yours times 22 Ride 22 2's and I
chunk up the
deuce Everything great like a
nigga Babe Ruth Translucent roof, but her dress seem through She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do Shit I
ain't gonna judge you But don't expect me to love you, feelin it?