Lyrics Mo Money - Jay Fizzle, Key Glock

Mo Money

Mo money
Mo haters
Mo problems
So I bought mo choppas (I just bought a K)
Nigga plottin and watchin
That ain’t no problem (You can die today)
Think you gone catch me lackin?
Bring yo ass on (Oh no, no)
Don’t think that I’m just rappin
Cause I stay armed
Mo money
Mo haters
Mo problems
So I bought mo choppas (I just bought a K)
Nigga plottin and watchin
That ain’t no problem (You can die today)
Think you gone catch me lackin?
Bring yo ass on (C'mon, c’mon)
Don’t think that I’m just rappin
Cause I stay armed
Think you gone catch me lackin?
That’s a no no
Clip strecth like a yo-yo
Touchdown yo block like Legos
These niggas soft as clay though
All about my bagel
Chop a like Halo
Shots up out that Draco
White just look like mayo
100 rounds out that choppa
That’s that AR
Goons out in Cleveland
Shootin shots like they J. R
Last nigga tried me
Mane, just ask him
He ain’t get far
Seen him up in traffic
Had them goons spray up his whole car
Since I done got rich
Mane, these niggas been on some sucka shit
Flooded out my neck
Now they mad
Wait till I flood my wrist
I just fucked this hoe
And she bad
Fuck my last bitch
10 bands on the floor at
Mane, that was last week
Ballin like LeBron
Nah, I ain’t leave my heat
You want some to bring the beef
When I come, I’m comin deep
Nothin but killers on my roster
Lot of shooters on my team
Lot of niggas out here plottin
Mane, I know they watchin me
Mo money
Mo haters
Mo problems
So I bought mo choppas (I just bought a K)
Nigga plottin and watchin
That ain’t no problem (You can die today)
Think you gone catch me lackin?
Bring yo ass on (Oh no, no)
Don’t think that I’m just rappin
Cause I stay armed
Mo money
Mo haters
Mo problems
So I bought mo choppas (I just bought a K)
Nigga plottin and watchin
That ain’t no problem (You can die today)
Think you gone catch me lackin?
Bring yo ass on (C'mon, c’mon)
Don’t think that I’m just rappin
Cause I stay armed
Mo Carbons
Mo robbers
No talkin
Nigga, we pull up
My shottas, they rostas
They will cook yo ass just like pasta
I’m on the block
Got blocks in my .9 just like
You run up on me
How the fuck you gone rob a robber?
You get shot like Vodka
Yo main bitch burnt her top up
I chopped her like a barber
I’m plugged in with Wells Fargo
My plug, he a mexican
We kickin shit, ain’t no soccer
You know I really get it
I put that on my momma
We got mo choppas than Osama
I run this shit like I’m Obama
Just bought a new gun with old money
I fucked that bitch you call baby mama
I ran it up with them blue hunnids
My pockets lookin like baby mommas
Yeah I keep straps
I ain’t talkin
Nigga run up
Then I got to burn ‘em
Mo money
Mo haters
Mo problems
So I bought mo choppas (I just bought a K)
Nigga plottin and watchin
That ain’t no problem (You can die today)
Think you gone catch me lackin?
Bring yo ass on (Oh no, no)
Don’t think that I’m just rappin
Cause I stay armed
Mo money
Mo haters
Mo problems
So I bought mo choppas (I just bought a K)
Nigga plottin and watchin
That ain’t no problem (You can die today)
Think you gone catch me lackin?
Bring yo ass on (C'mon, c’mon)
Don’t think that I’m just rappin
Cause I stay armed (Boom, boom)