Mo Money Lyrics
(Oj Da Juiceman)
So icy entertainment(2x)
Ayyy producing pitburg, boy ayyy, oh 8 2 rida, where my h2o rida, ohh aint that rhyme? So icy entertainment!.
Boy hot boy, I think I need I side jump,
Don't hit me on that sidekick, cause I don't need that jive talk,
Jive turkie, turkey, bacon, eggs what your wife cook me
F****d her in your favorite chair
Now she got some good p***y
Wet p***y, throw that p***y get money high money
Shawty get good money got that girl a big diamond
Dumb money, fun money naw this aint yall money
Sign you in a friction boy, juice got his own money,
So icy E. N. T, gucci got his own company,
Ball money, mall money, yall making small money,
Bite on my lyrics n***a, give us all ya show money
Blow money dro money dro money mo money
Throw money mo money
Gucci gucci juiceman
I'm on my C. E. O shyt right now mane, what it do juicemane?
You know we got 60 dollar weekend? Quarter a months, million a quart, that's crazy man, 3-04 man, you know what I mean, my ni***z know what I'm talking about, H. Are 4 chise sees rain, na what I mean, eight hundreds so
Ima do me as low who the fuckin man, walking with a waddle and we still popping bottles man, s**-in the carbaby, girl bit my s** better, 9 mane mayweather, but I wrote Keyshia a love letter(go) you aint baggy baby babyshake yo bootyme, mane call nobody king n***a I'm the king, in the pen for a murder I am not a murder, n***a try to murder me, why I'm in the county for?
Shout out to my n***a Killer Mike for that body rock, set gucci mane chain, I'm a make your party-started, so icy boy packa boy, we can make party rough, rain T-pain don't try me with that sissy stuff sissy a** n***a, (ha!)
I am mr. P-E-are-F-E-C-T
Get on these nuts yea so icy boy, jucieman, I am mr. Game root-pocket, I s***w with american girls so icy a**, after this and this get off our f*****g dicks, is gucciii!
(Hood rich b***h Hood rich)
I love trap girls, I don't want bus it baby, I don't have a bucket baby, wanna scare on my mercedez, stuck on glits on humma truck, go ride on my junie baby, think play with cha, go to our future Katy, they wanna a murder me, next thing you know my new nocatti, 4 5 in my pocketscreen, I don't wanna hug nobody, see no evil hear no evil, later I see dead people, watch out scaring people so I call it mr. Creeper creeper.
Boy hot I'm still stinging hot, I'm mr. Perfect this the album, Gucci Mane mr. Perfect, A plusses on our report card, on E. A on my father report
This the album baby, big s**t poppin, I'm talking to you like it's a mixtape, you feel, I'm treat this shyt like a mixtape
Album shyt man, juiceman n****s so icy boys(Gucci King!)
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