MO JAMS

(Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet) Yeah (a slow jam) This a MO JAM (for my baby, and for me, ooh) It's the B.R.A Call this motherfucker a MO JAM, uh-huh, you hear me? Red Dirt baby, I can't go back to broke This drank old, same age as the Pope Open my eyes, and I'm pullin' it close Walk in the store, and I look for a liter Granny just called, told her I'm goin' on tour Keep me in your prayers while I turn up these people (turn up these people) This bitch thick like Tuna Helper My pop looks like Idris Elba 2T my duty, I met her in Louis She come through and chew me, don't go to the movies (huh) Crackin the seal, I don't need no bargain This codeine so raw, you can serve it with sushi (codeine so raw) I'm in DC for twelve hours But it's a pint so I pass it to (?) In a big body with twelve lighters Three pints, six coochies (damn) Word to the boss, its time, baby That nigga broke, out of line, baby I got money like your pastor, shawty Spend this shit all the time, baby She triflin' as fuck, but she look like a keeper (look like a keeper) Put it on God, we ain't believe in you either (no) It's my meet and greet, but it's quite nice to meet you You petty as hell tryna keep it equal Well, comin' from dirt All I could afford to do was dream Never would I think I'd grow as a man Spendin' 500K cash on codeine (yup) Never could I imagine switchin' my team (onpe) Never did give in and buy me some Tris '23 Maybach, same year as my bitch Brown inside with the rims, deep dish She pretty, I kiss, my life is a bliss Send her home quick, a bullet I miss She think it's my loss, I let her just think it Rider got ten liquor bottles a show She for the hoes, the 'Crete never drink it (yup) Blowin' up my phone, I can't ever link it (nope) Jeweler put all of these stones and rocks on a boat (shh, Shh) Floodin', it's water on water, but he'll never sink it (shh, Shh) Your chain is a trinket (it's us) Got ten different whips like a red state local Poppin' a X, fuckin' a buggaboo Hidin' my face behind clear bifocals (damn) Don't be offended askin' my fee When I finally respond and I give you the total (yeah) All who inspires me most became local (shh) Just me and Boy with some hoes up in Soto (yeah) (?) Anywhere, everywhere, just like a dojo I don't take pics with my shirt off, I am not Boris Kodjoe (yeah) I take a thot and I turn her bicoastal (yeah) If I'm not home, send the pints through the postal (shh) Baby, what you do not know will not hurt you Do somethin' yourself when around the business, it don't concern you Look Well, shit, its my turn too We gave you swag, so remember who taught you First round, I'm off a four and a walkthrough You keep the liquor, she easy to talk to Know that she choosin' on me, cannot fault you Took that shit back to the spot, then I hit it Played some slow jams so we rocked out to Twista I like you both so just come with your sister I'm ready to blitz 'em, it's lit like a missile Karats, not crystals, I ride with my pistol It's us 'til the end Want me to trip, my dog ready to spin Eight hoes stuffed in the truck In the rat, we was gone in the wind They ready to sin I prayed for this life, so I gotta go in Now is my time, but I been already ready What's on your mind? Shit, nothin' but fetti Ready to pop out, and stunt like confetti I'm on they head, finna cut it, Kill Bill Uppin' my rank, I'm the kin' of the hill I'm so 'crete, baby, its me 2trill Niggas be fake, they allergic to real I'm steppin', Shaquille I know how to play You know them two words, so go on and say it Slow that shit down, baby, I'm tryna hear it Us, man Yuh (Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet) (A slow jam, for my baby, and for me, ooh) 'Crete All of my riches, I made for my mama (go) I used to window shop at Rag-O-Rama (go, go) Used to wait tables, now they wait for me (us) Forty-five thousand, I fixed up my teeth (us) I used to look at rich folks on TV (damn) Dreamin' that could be me, now I'm well on my way Just didn't think it'd be as fast as today (okay) Overnight shawty, my bestie don't play (let's go) Black as the TV turned off I can say Nigga, negro, or whatever, don't bother me (go, go) You could be rich, if you win in psychology My bitches don't judge niggas astrology Young bitch, I'm here to boost up the economy I won't ride in the back of Ducati's But I'll ride passenger of a Bugatti I'll go Abu Dhabi, bein' rich is my hobby We packed out the lobby (damn) I'm Concrete's finest, I'm 'Crete 'til the death (go) Folks askin' me if I'm black, dumb bitch, I'm the same as the refs (okay) Sure, all these birds can stay at the nest I'm in a hurry, I gotta get rest Bitch, I been up for three days, no sleep (us) Geekin' off E, got a blick in the seat It's gon' sin' like the woman married to Jay-Z (go, go) Three O's in the BOOO, don't you ever forget it (damn) I used to ride around town in a Civic (damn) Gotta leave out the old niggas that hit it (us) I'm a rich bitch, so I delete the pass (okay) In the backseat, mixin' grabba with gas Ms. Not-The-Two, goin' bad on they ass (yeah) I don't have class, I'm ready to spazz (not the two) (Play another slow jam, this time make it sweet) (A slow jam, for my baby, and for me, ooh)