After All

Lyrics

(Hook) After All that we been through, Mo and Mase Will always get this money Treat you like the star you are ??? cause the game will never change (Verse 1: Mo Money) A champagne toast cause now we live the life Don Peace status got you niggas thinking twice Niggas watch the whip, surrounding shots wit clique Cruising up the ave as honeys ride the dick On the highway playin both lanes, on the flip phone Where the broads spittin game Round' for Don Peace that sunday night Met her at the final ford that sunday night Back of her man whip, for a date Be arranged, pick me up the range Rover all black, sex is all that Only hit once and I never call back No strings attached, dealin wit a pro No time for love make it all about the dough Gettin to spend, 850 out all nubian Feds want to do me in (Hook) After All that we been through, Mo and Mase Will always get this money Treat you like the star you are ??? cause the game will never change (Verse 2: Mase) We gotta blow quick, get this dough quick Than be as big as Juile and the blowfish Spend more chips, the gold get the gold six Cruise through the block leave them niggas so sick And people that we roll wit hold chips And we be on low chintzy on no shit And you ain't get no money, cause if you did You woulda showed it My whole clique flip the clip, it's fully loaded You pay car notes to flow in the ??? My lamb say "Lexus" yours says "Toyata" I'm a big spender, that get money till the end of Summer, throw the hard top of the hummer So all I ask for David, a nigga can save it He ain't got enough votes to campaign against The favorite, parade day come we just lamp on the Float, you try to be a player well player I'm the coach My money still comin, I'm big like Phill Drummound You small like Arnold, shorty you still runnin (Hook) After All that we been through, Mo and Mase Will always get this money Treat you like the star you are ??? cause the game will never change (Verse 3: Mo Money) I'm in the club, poppin bub, VIP status See we play the bar, surrounded by the baddest Bitches in the club, all wanna show me and my thug Locked in love, cause we poppin bub Repertoire travel, niggas know the clique Step to Columbians for the four bricks She was on line when I stepped out the bandwagon Wit the diamond shine, and we walked pass in line My crew be the jiggiest, we all on point Who wants one in the chamber? We all got joints So don't you faggot niggas think about it Get your drink don't even think about it cause You won't live to speak about it The shit we do, niggas go on weeks about it From block to block, talk in the streets about it They gats and Glocks, don't leave the streets without it Beef wit my clique, there's no need to speak about it (Hook) After All that we been through, Mo and Mase Will always get this money Treat you like the star you are ??? cause the game will never change