Lyrics:
Ke wa dji, ke ma dji
O ke wa num a mobi
Macum a bera dji
Onga beg money
Wa yen mo ya?
Ye a ne big jhonny?
Matarata a teb cobra
A ne feñg, eh!
Nlo te o
fo'-fo' show no one mercy
But I'm off searchin' for those
You're soon to be comin' up missin'
Get at your strip and my niggas talkin' 'bout murder mo
Keep
pa-pa-pa-pa-party
韻だって宵越しの mo-mo-mo-mo-money
明日は明日の言葉で間に合う
と思えば今日は少しだけ funny!
Hang out!
運不運はほぼ日替わり
ままならないままに 風のまにまに
いま意地張る理由 なななな何?
息を抜いて生き抜く I got it!
a private chef
Ordering shrimp
On a trip
Money long
Im goin legit
Real hustler
I cant quit
Cant forget my L's
But they getting
Out balanced by wins
Hermes seams on my towels
No overly gaudy shit
Just the diamonds on the dials
Woo, and I’m still buying mo’ guns
Mo’ money, mo’ murder nigga, choose one
race
Poverty is not your fate
So don’t give up
Make you try again
Street na by grace o
That is why I dey pray o
Baba show me grace o
Karaye sope mo
Mo money mo mo money mo
You bring me trou
You bring me trou
Yeah mo money mo
You bring me trouble
You bring me trouble (Yeah having money is like
Everybody got the memo, Michael Myers man I'm mental
Messy murder monumental mixed my mind
Metamorphosis made it mainly my many maneuvers
Missin'
featuring Master P Mia X
(C Murder)
ha ha What they say Mia
(Sillk)
Drug Dealers
(C Murder)
Talkin' bout No Limit
mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
shawty she bad n she boujee
She with it
Ion need no reason i know why y'all changing
All legends die young so I got to get ready
Mind on my murder like YNW
forget me it's, by my side
Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, by my side (ooh)
The murder capital mo' mayhem, yes it's thriller
Put four in your head, have you
Chrous(Ja Rule)2x's
Nigga's live with it money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it only lovin' them hoes for the night
if you feelin' it
stretch
I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
Stretch
Fantastic man,
I make the money come faster man!
Yeah
Your favorite bad guy's gone,
gimme gimme
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
Ah ah yeah
Mo' money
Mo' cars
Bigger house
(Mo' mo
and stand by you yeh yeh
(Tell me what’s it
Tell me what’s it
Money! Money
Tell me what’s it
Tell me what’s it
Money! Money )
Chorus
Tell me
I eat you eat at the same time. No mo bread water its steak and wine. I flex you flex at the same time. No mo Southpole. Gucci and Louie time. I eat
wake up til' quarter to five
I want to stimulate murder the mind
Whole lotta hoes so I ordered the vibes
Bug bout the money I must be a fly (Hey)
Yes
I
my misses
All day, fulfilling my wishes
Did ya heard me
We look for money, money never look for us
C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
It goes down
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin' pounds into ashes
Black ski maskes
Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like
Need mo Guap mo dollas
They say that money can't buy happiness
But it solve all my problems
Need to go get me a bag
A sorry hoe that's not my
nkwene tiefi kraa yɛde yɛ biogas
Ɛdwom wei nkɔ ma mo a mo feel’ie sarkodie no flow
Yankopɔn ne disciples me medea ne mo oo
Wei yɛ by the way me tɔn asaase
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