Mo Money (interlude) Songtext
von J. Cole

Mo money, yeah

Mo money, blow money, show money
Party money, side ho money, dope money
New clothes money from shit that I wrote money
So much money I don′t know who stole from me
Hard to keep track I'm used to having no money
Still broke compared to niggas with old money
I mean the type of niggas that laugh at Hov money
Billionaires with Petroleum and coal money


Probably kill theyselves if the had Cole money
Talk shit and I′m a see you like you owe money
I'm wrapping up the album, fourth quarter I'm so money
I′m overseas looking for trees to grow money
Peter Pop off, robbing people for hope money
Prostitutes collecting that let me stroke money

Put up a couple dollars for the liquor store money
Used to dread the strip club ′cause I couldn't throw money
Now the strippers give a nigga the throat for no money
How mama gonna teach you how to save your money
When she barely on the boat got stay afloat money

Blacks always broke ′cause we don't know money
Spend it ′fore we get it and could never hold money
No wallets, nah, nigga we'd rather fold money
Money control niggas, white man control money
Laughing like "yeah yeah my nigga, get your money"