Mo' Money
(专辑: Unfinished Business - 2004)
That nigga let his fucking flow go Niggas trying to switch up the
flows on niggas Hit niggas, slip niggas with a
micky Drop that joint Yeah yeah (it's the
remix y'all) Like a
muh'fucker (oh yeah) Whass up my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man) (Yo Jay, Kel, fing ta set it off for y'all) C'mon It's, the, remix Trackmaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money I, heard the
ballers when I
pulled up to the
club Cause I'm rolling up on fo' flickers Peanut-butter interior, black body And in case you didn't know, I
be the
Twista Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up I
hear some niggas looking at me for the
come up Try to creep creep, I
pull a
gun up I
put a
hole in the
first nigga that run up The
ballers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cold 'cause the
music is a
part of me Can't nobody spit it fast as me Got an academy of haters coming after me I
know I
got what you want, I
know I
got what you need Come and mob to the
top before you get, this, money Pull up on the
block in the
alien gray Bentley Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me Just to get in early, I
paid a
extra 50 Getting that money my nigga Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the
blunts Three hoes in the
back, two fiends in the
front Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the
trunk Getting that money my nigga Making dough off a
style I
be the
best in Glad to be down with these two living legends Now let me see which league I'ma invest in Getting that money my nigga Rolling this cheer, put the
niggas in fear Making bitches shed tears, take a
look at my career Now the
shit's swell; when I
get up to 70 in the
Coupe Peep the
wing when I
hop out the
tail – tell 'em Kel We off up in the
club, we got our hands up Drinks in the
club because we getting that money my nigga We rolling 24s, open them Bentley doors Got plenty hoes because we getting that money my nigga Pull up to the
club, chicks in the
back Some smoking on weed, some sipping cognac Into the
club, whole crew to the
back Super the
stars make it sharp as a
tack Gotta have my forty-five inch in it In the
house, from the
gate, twenty minutes Game over and I'm still not finished I
play haters like V
play tennis Living like a
motherfucking Richie Rich nigga Got a
butler for my Maybach nigga White linen, smoking cigar Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a
trigger Feeling on your booty Trying to get one of these nice ladies To come up to my room and do, me Have her man like who's, he Was a
pimp at birth, first ho was a
nurse And I'ma be a
pimp 'til I'm stretches in a
hearse Sometimes showbiz is the
worst I'm blessed with The
Gift & The
Curse, whoa Shoot ball, now I'm off to the
spa Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the
car Got a
date with a
superstar We take lunch, now twelve o'clock Hit the
mall bout two o'clock In the
movies bout five o'clock Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock We in my crib, my bed, going non-stop This for my project niggas, wide-body Mo' sippers Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money We off up in the
club, we got our hands up Drinks in the
club because we getting that money my nigga We rolling 24s, open them Bentley doors Got plenty hoes because we getting that money my nigga Getting this money switching my whips and my kicks Like I'm just addicted to difference You pick what you want from me To be a, lame with visions of riches, enter my brain Like I
picture myself in deep dishes, just switching lanes It's just insane, is it? I'm from the
district where niggas Either in prison or pay visits like in-laws So we fend for our self, and the
wealth is in raw We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar? Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive Into the
club we get all the
eyes When you getting that money my nigga! We off up in the
club, we got our hands up Drinks in the
club because we getting that money my nigga We rolling 24s, open them Bentley doors Got plenty hoes because we getting that money my nigga Trackmaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money