Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MOE , by - FKIRelease date: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MOE |
| Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches, and you know we bout to |
| roll some trees |
| I’m feelin' it… you feelin' it |
| I’m feelin' it… you feelin' it |
| M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything |
| Taking my time to perfect the beats |
| And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains |
| And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink |
| Couple bad bitches, they just want VIP |
| You a playa fo real? |
| Don’t bring around me |
| Got girls left up in the backseat |
| Runnin like attract me, that’s me, leather on the 6th speed |
| Love it when she got her own shit together |
| Got shit to lose, then she with whatever |
| Always out of town, she my distant lover |
| Only pull in driveways with tints and better |
| Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar |
| From a jet runway, I can land wherever |
| Make more in a day than your salary |
| Nigga why you mad at me? |
| Talk cheap, I don’t lose sleep, |
| Man I… |
| I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playin' |
| My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land |
| You’s a baller or a hustler then you know what I’m sayin' |
| Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I don’t care |
| I’m rollin' |
| Probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty high |
| Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much I’ll probably fly |
| If I don’t smoke I’ll probably die |
| I’m holdin' |
| Grippin' on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam |
| Ridin through Hollywood, I’m feeling like the fuckin man |
| Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep |
| That’s why I… |
| Drive fast til I’m out of gas |
| Getting money like this, can’t look back |
| She a one night stand, tryna make it last |
| But I be out of town soon as I hit that |
| 15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots |
| You ain’t getting money like that |
| I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet |
| Don’t hate me 'cause I’m where you wanna be |
| I do mostly what the minimum do |
| So my girls might be yours times 22 |
| Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the deuce |
| Everything great like a nigga Babe Ruth |
| Translucent roof, but her dress seem through |
| She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do |
| Shit I ain’t gonna judge you |
| But don’t expect me to love you, feelin it? |