Mo Money

Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Dolph] Mo money Mo straps I write checks I don't write raps Mo trees Bring mo G's Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys Mo money Bring mo problems Biggie said it first So I'm thinking mo choppers Mo money Bring mo haters [?] flavors [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Mo trees, mo G's Bumping [?] stupid [?] but I prefer that OG Say that they can fuck with me, then they gon' have to show me I don't fuck with that boy, I heard they whole hood [?] [?] same place your ho sleep Blew a [?] extra loud, went and put that ho to sleep [] smoking on that loud ass weed, that's how you know it's me Dolph, why you stay fresh as fuck? Bitch, because I'm posed to be Put on for the hood, I go hard for the city [?] where I'm from, bitch, the southside of Memphis Niggas with that bullshit, gon' have to pay them boys a visit Sеnd my boys to his house, and have him waiting in his kitchen [Chorus: Young Dolph] Mo monеy Mo straps I write checks I don't write raps Mo trees Bring mo G's Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys Mo money Bring mo problems Biggie said it first So I'm thinking mo choppers Mo money Bring mo haters [?] flavors [Verse 2: Tim Gates] Still on that Paper Rout Pockets newspaper thick, [?] 'bout Millionaire statis, that's why they call me Tim Gates Balling on these hoes, no matter if the rent straight It's amazing how I'm feeling The Freddie Cruger sweater, I'm 'bout to make a killing My car's like my girl, man, I sware it's so appealing Black and Yellow, Wiz Khalifa, yeah, I'm Pitzburg Stealing Mo money, got my mama out the gutter And now my [?] Rihanna lil brother Mo money, mo money [?] head people [?] [?] all I see is dead people [Chorus: Young Dolph] Mo money Mo straps I write checks I don't write raps Mo trees Bring mo G's Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys Mo money Bring mo problems Biggie said it first So I'm thinking mo choppers Mo money Bring mo haters [?] flavors [Verse 3: Young Dolph] Say she like the way I dress, and love the way I talk Mo money, mo yopps, that's that Memphis talk Y'all call them pistols, we call them yops And you better keep it on you, way these niggas talk Mo money, mo jealousy Shout out to my Irish lawyer, no felonies I keep going and going, no batteries My old bitch tell me Dolph, you know you flatter me I'm the shit now, hear the young Master P The next time you miss your bitch, nigga, ask for me Fuck the middle man, can't have no nigga taxing me Got a money spot, doing stupid stacks of weed [Chorus: Young Dolph] Mo money Mo straps I write checks I don't write raps Mo trees Bring mo G's Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys Mo money Bring mo problems Biggie said it first So I'm thinking mo choppers Mo money Bring mo haters [?] flavors