CURREN$Y - Mo Money lyrics

rate me

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money, no money

I do my thing in the booth, the streets know

You hear my chains in the booth, I wear my gold

You pull upfront and your bitch lift up them dough

She all about that jet life so f*ck y’all

These bitches know I’m stunting anywhere I go

And when you’re coming in if we can’t smoke

F*ck your rules, I’m too cool for that bro

I buy the building, throw you out the backdoor

Carlito shouldn’t have let Benny back on gold

Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your dro

That’s why I keep my circle tight, the jet life is the new cipher

Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough

Coming up

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money no money

Dough money, that’s paperweight

Loose leave my paper straight

Seeing those and they face to face

Shining nigga, no paper plates

Silver back we’re not silver spoon

Business man but I’m still a goon

I’m rolling, nigga, like wheelbarrows

Y’all joke niggas like Will Farrels

My money stupid like Leo Darryl

Y’all bank account is getting real narrow

I fuck the deal, up and run at night

Vampire on that life

And I know you hate my guts, bro

Cause I got everything you want in life

Waking up and I’m counting up

Cause that mula is my morning rite

And my morning right and my evening good

When my evening good then my family eating

My family, get sanity

That sanity is that man to me

And that man to me know what he said to me

Man as me and no damage me

I don’t plan to leave and no baggage either

Nigga didn’t give no bands to me

I’ve got

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money no money.

Young Roddy]

I've got dice money, got coke money, got on the run lay low money

I'm a pimp fool take your ho money

Gon' use this shit for my smoke money

Like d bo I take yo money I'm still spending my old money

Old boy can't fuck with me this lil nigga gettin blown money

Got long paper I smash her good she askin me if I'm on somethin

I make bread fuck with my dope get beat out like you stole somethin

Them cops keep on harrassin' me try question me I don't know nothin'

This Juvenile and Young Rod this bells bitch we got loads of money

ain’t trade i got a bowl of Mary I kill the block bitch bloody mary

Jet Life the new Rockafeller my shoe box full of mozzarella

Got stuntin' money for my snow bunny back then I had no money

Until I touched a little blow money had to re up to make mo money

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money no money.