BOO ROSSINI - M.C.H. (Money Cash Hoes) lyrics
rate me(ft. Lil Boosie)
Oh, oh, CTE world nigga
Mr. CTE or nothing nigga
Boosie what up my nigga, we ain't forgot about you, homie
Put your hoods up!
NY crooked to the BYO my nigga
What's up, nigga
What you side up?
From Louisiana to the crooked letter (crooked letter)
We're out here making chedda, money, we bleed like this
Stacking these G's like this
Check out my swag, hoes call me sexy chocolate nigga
You think Lil Boosie aint ballin? bet your pocket nigga
Back in the place to be, niggas who play with me
I'm known for totin' forty glocks, known for makin' hearts stop
Good at this rappin, but I really be thuggin
So I put my career on hold and unload on somethin'
Think I'm stuntin but I'm really gettin it
I barely sleep, I fall asleep, I might miss fifty
I'm about my business, and it be like this, I'mma G like this
was raised in the street where the piss stink up the hall
You don't think I'm a dog?
I'm from that L-O-U-I-S-N-A (Louisiana!)(man)
Look, these niggas dyin every day, so momma to pray for
my sister my brother... my nigga my .... my crutches
Cause if we fall, we still thugging, man
[Chorus]:
This for my hustlers (Where my hustlers?) Ballers (where my ballers?)(look)
Be about your paper, man
Don't let 'em take you, man
Hustlers (Where my hustlers?) Ballers (where my ballers?)(nigga)
Put your hoods up if you don't give a fuck!
Money cash hoes money, money, money
Money, money, cash hoes
Be about your paper, man!
Money cash hoes money, money, money
Be about your paper, man!
Say, say Boosie-Boo is still camp life
A solid nigga, we the last of them kind right?
You got it on your mind and ya'll gon get your mind right
And fuck the plug cause they won't come down on the drug price
What a fuck you think that I was doing before these pro tools?
Flipped my first 18 at 16 and bought that old school
Cocaine insane, you know that hustle running through my veins!
A real nigga, but ain't nothing in my real name
Say Boo man they be plottin' on you
You don't want these troubles, man
Somebody gonna suffer, man
I'm talking Usher, man, but not the one insane
Casket closed the one escort you to the front row
[Chorus]
Hey, (hey) I'm screaming fuck the world, nigga
I told Jizzle, yeah, you welcome to the world, nigga
It's a crazy world, to top down, we lost Phat
Still prayin to the Lord, I hope he call back
Can't sleep at night, I fight with evil, wrestling with my demons
That's why we screaming, popping pills on the white linen
We're certified, nigga gettin' it by any means
But when you're loyal nigga you can play for any team
Can't let 'em trick me off the streets, I refuse to go
Even though the money in the streets a all time low
I got it out the mud, so I gotta shine nigga
A closed mouth don't get fed, so why you cryin' nigga?
[Chorus]
Thanks to djanon for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to djanon for correcting these lyrics
