Lyrics:
big brother
He'll prolly slump you momokino
Money then yo daddy that's my youngest
Brother jerry really like my
Cousin one nigga i know i trust barely
the cvirex I copped mo
I don't do cmiri's big n*ggas can't rock those
Remember being a snot nose
How time flown
Now the old hoes from around call when I'm not
my brother
Oh uh oh my sister
Name them one by one one two three four five
Poverty na disease and me I no want to sick
Jah wey dey here for we problems
murked, they would love to see me die
Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy
Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by
I got a lot
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female you want to be set
In the big mansion
I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with the pistol
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt
Keep 'em in the fifties and, hundreds all arranged
Cornelius, long foregone so be gone with the silly shit
I write "raps For dummies" but I ain't an idiot
I might slap you, money, cause Ruckus is ignorant
Step inta the party as I bust a ho
I'll lean up on the wall until I'm ready to go
I'm sippin on some juice with a twist of Mo
Comfortable,
I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with the pistol
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt
Keep 'em in the fifties and, hundreds all arranged
loads up, in the crib
No heat by the stove my toes froze up
Niggas like to fuck up their re-up money
Get rolled up bullet holed-up
Ran off on the plug
and lil' slim in here.
Shit, Craig be , all of Beats By The Pound
Mo. be nigga with this track, KL.
Nigga Bad Azz in this bitch.
Goodie Mob, all them
Nada Franchise
Nada Shotcallers
Yeah Sporty Thievz Sporty Thievz
Uh huh nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue
love me still like a defense
Them boys don't want beef, they vegan
Seen Dame mommy start cryin'
His heart was big as a giant
They set Lil' Mo up
hoes love you for that money you make
Show me some house-pitality, when we come in you state
Ghetto Government, we strugglin', for food on our plate
A slave to the hood have no money in my pants
Rollin wit some heat to make a mutha fucka dance
Had a chance to bubble had my hustle but I
Here we go, im here for mo
Doin this everyday
So i could go pro
Ridin wit my boo
She know wat to do
Been workin overtime hours
At the fontainebleau
I
jare o
Akoba olohun ma jare o
Anything that I want I'm ma get if I don't I'm ma get on their ass and take the shit by force by force
And I be that big
up there was no roof
Don't bring the keys it's push start too
Fuck these hoes
cause they come by the twos
Fuck these bitches
Cause they come by
the b-block
I put the petal to the medal
Running with my cousins in Texas
Lil' Cross and Big Money
My nigga Trae and Lil' Joe, nigga all action
In the ghetto
o
Ayomide owo ti de
(My joy has come,money has come)
Mo ti ri iyanu
(I have seen miracle)
Iyanu
(miracle)
Moti ga moti ga ota ole ri mimu
(I am
start in the foreign you dont Need a key for it
I'm tryna get rich mo keys then A Keyboard
Talkin big bag like a house on a sea Shore
Gate with the access
We bout to go up yea we bout to go
-fly like jordan but im still big pippen boy i know some n***as that was in them trenches whip a lambo right in that
all you need
Sipping my cup no sweet tea
Got sip in my cup mo E T
To much money I'm greedy
40 making do what it did
I got that thang holstered it's
index on her lips
Nigga whoa
Big Krit done shouted me out
And Don Trip wrote a nigga like he proud of the south
I was listenin’ to them niggas to get me
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