Mo Money Moe

Lyrics

Mo Money Moe [Hook x4] Mo' money Moe, mo' money Im giving you revenue Haven't you ever heard of new funk Style, compile, me wild Styles come pile the loot Fattening pockets, I drop it Rock it, I got it so hot It's heating and beating And eating up the comp even the hottest Rhymes design combined Don't even equal mine They can't touch or cluth Rhymes too rough to find They can't see me, believe me Even if money could be me He comes on shorter than boxers, briefs Or even bikinis Dope variation or imitations Couldn't make it cause With a slight variation I take'em, make'em and break'em Kick'em, stick'em and vic'em I chew'em, do'em and screw'em Rhymes are like money mo' money Because I know what Im doin' So check it Here comes the vet so step Lightly and check the rep Steppin' to me for rep That ain't the rep to get I dont just wreck cassettes You better check the flow Rhymes are like money mo' money Here's some mo' money from Moe [Hook x8] [Verse 2] Ch-Ch-Ching Ch-Ching My rhymes are changing things Ain't no small change I bring Diamonds and jewels like kings I drop jewels with tools Not like these other fools Microphone master rules I'll never have to use Uzis or Techs to wreck Just gimme a mic and step You buck shots and yet I buck rhymes and get Buck buck-wild and wet Buck buck stages with sweat My buck buck are just Buck buck dollars and yes Just like the 100 pennies My rhymes are plenty so many Nickel and dimes like rhymes Style can combinate any Lyrical flow with mo money from Moe But the phatter the flow, the fatter the dough The dough is a much better metaphor Better for you to realize The rhyme that you are juging and lovin' Likin and nothing they rise Once I eat'em and beat'em You want to eat it I know Some call it bread, some dough I call it money from Moe [Hook x8] Ch-Ch-Ching Ch-Ching Ch-Ch-Ching Ch-Ching Yeah [Verse 3] My rhymes are like money, cold cash No rational reason, Im cashing Nothing but mics checks Cash it, convert it into a smash hit Hit after hits Im totally lyrically fit, legit Rhymes are real money And not a big counterfeit I with, slammin' and jammin' And crammin' for rhyme exams I am in shape to be tested But don't you test me hot dammit Rhyme bandit Steal over yanders And try to test me by cheating I lead'em straight to the street I speak some pussy and beat it I make'em put up their money So that they their loses are counted How about it? When I take all or nothing Thats a test Im with, I doubt it If I raise the stakes You take a chance and its fight to the death Put up or shut up, what up? Lets get to the right and the left Throwing the lyrical blow, flowing the lyrical flow Flowing the lyrical dough Often stay off of some Moe Rhymin' for dollars And Ill allow you to mic check it yo After the mic check Cash it and give it to Moe