Mo Money

[Hook] Loud money Macho money Stunt money Show money Blow money Dough money Your money No money [Verse 1: Curren$y] I do my thing in the booth, the streets know You hear my chains in the booth, I wear my gold We pull up front of your bitch, lift up them doors She all about that jet life so fuck yours These bitches know I’m stoned anywhere I go And when ain't coming in if we can’t smoke Fuck your rules, I’m too cool for that, bro I buy the building, throw you out the back door Carlito shouldn’t have let Benny Blanco go Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your throat That’s why I keep my circle tight, jet lifers in the cypher Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough Coming up [Hook] [Verse 2: Juvenile] Dope money, that’s paperweight Loose leaf my paper straight C-notes and they face to face China nigga, no paper plates Silver back we’re not silver spoon Business man but I’m still a goon I’m rolling, nigga, like wheelbarrows Y’all joke niggas like Will Ferrells My money stupid like Lil' Darryl Y’all bank account is getting real narrow I fuck the deal, up and run at night Vampire on that life And I know you hate my guts, woa' Cause I got everything you want in life Waking up and I’m counting up Cause that mula start my morning rite Well my morning right and my evening good When my evening good then my family eating My family, get sanity That sanity is that man to me And that man to me know what he said to me Man as me and no damage me I don’t plan to leave and no baggage either Nigga didn’t give no bands to me I’ve got [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Roddy] I've got dice money, got coke money, got on the run lay low money I'm a pimp fool I'll take your ho money And use this shit for my smoke money Like Deebo I take yo money I'm still spending my old money Old boy can't fuck with me this lil nigga gettin grown money Got long paper I smash her good she askin me if I'm on somethin I make bread fuck with my dope get beat down like you stole somethin Them cops keep on harassin' me try question me I don't know nothin' This Juvenile and Young Rod, this Bales bitch we got loads of money Andretti got a bowl of mari' I kill a block bitch bloody Mary Jet Life the new Rockafeller my shoe box full of mozzarella Got stuntin' money for my snow bunny back then I had no money Until I touched a little blow money had to re-up to make mo money [Hook]