Juvenile - Mo Money Lyrics
Loud moneyMacho moneyStunt moneyShow moneyBlow moneyDough moneyYour money no moneyI do my thing in the booth, the streets knowYou hear my chains in the booth, I wear my goldYou pull upfront and your ***** lift up them doughShe all about that jet life so f*ck y’allThese *****es know I’m stunting anywhere I goAnd when we coming in if we can’t smokeF*ck your rules, I’m too cool for that, broI buy the building, throw you out the backdoorCarlito shouldn’t have let Benny back on goldCause everywhere you turn they coming for your droThat’s why I keep my circle tight, jet life is the new cipherBending corners, breaking *****es, making doughComing upLoud moneyMacho moneyStunt moneyShow moneyBlow moneyDough moneyYour money no moneyDough money, that’s paperweightLoose leave my paper straightSeeing those and they face to faceShining nigga, no paper platesSilver back we’re not silver spoonBusiness man but I’m still a goonI’m rolling, nigga, like wheelbarrowsY’all joke niggas like Will FarrelsMy money stupid like Leo DarrylY’all bank account is getting real narrowI ***** the deal, up and run at nightVampire on that lifeAnd I know you hate my guts, broCause I got everything you want in lifeWaking up and I’m counting upCause that mula is my morning riteAnd my morning right and my evening goodWhen my evening good then my family eatingMy family, get sanityThat sanity is that man to meAnd that man to me know what he said to meMan as me and no damage meI don’t plan to leave and no baggage eitherNigga didn’t give no bands to meI’ve gotLoud moneyMacho moneyStunt moneyShow moneyBlow moneyDough moneyYour money no moneyLoud moneyMacho moneyStunt moneyShow moneyBlow moneyDough moneyYour money no money
