Mo Money Songtext
von Mally Mall

Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Fucked around, got mo' money (money)
Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Show money like dope money
Fucked around, got mo' money
Fucked around, got mo' money
Fucked around, got mo′ money
Show money like dope money (money)

Fucked around, got mo′ money
Text free, download money
Got Wonder Bread like NASCAR
You slipped up and got slow money
My block boomin' like 18s, my paper up, it′s on caffeine
Them plainclothes done tapped my phone
They swear I'm movin′ that Phentermine
Got too many bags of that rake (rake)
Too much guap to just say (say)
Every time I try to break the bank, I fuck around and get paid


I done fucked around, got mo' money (money)
Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Fucked around, got mo' money (money)
Show money like dope money (they can come)
Fucked around, got mo' money (closer than close)
Fucked around, got mo′ money (original)
Fucked around, got mo′ money (they never will be)
Show money like dope money (mo' money, mo′ money)

Pulled up hunnid whips, and we mobbin' (and we mobbin′)
Blew a hunnid stacks on the mob (on the-)
Ooh, tryna flip a whole thang over a quarter (quarter)
Tryna have my boat plankin' on that water
Bust it open (open), go and do that dance
Ay, ay, fresh up out that border (border), flipped it from that corner (corner)
Young rich fly nigga, started from the corner (corner)
Go and bust it open (bust it open), love when you do that dance (hah)

Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Fucked around, got mo' money (money)
Fucked around, got mo' money (money)
Show money like dope money
Fucked around, got mo′ money
Fucked around, got mo′ money
Fucked around, got mo' money
Show money like dope money (money)


Them street niggas no playin′, hoe
Made a hundred grand in his bando
That shit cool without the band movin'
This brick jungle like Rambo
Stop lyin′, no game, I was bustin' on ′em
On the block and I ain't even tell this nigga, no, no
Rich nigga still movin' like I never had nothin′
But a hustle and a dream and a hell of a discussion

Now I ride around the hood in that new i8
Here to take it to a hater, bitch, I do not wait
I′m the king of the streets, bitch, I do not break
And if it ain't about the money, look here bitch, I′m straight
Truth, get mine but I'm minding my business, nigga
Watchin′ me, you better find you some business, nigga
I want it all, how the fuck am I finished, nigga?
In the mud, in the field, no scrimmage, nigga

Yeah, I got this money, promise you, I got this money (I got this money)
This necklace on me is so dummy, four in the morning, it's sunny
Everything excellent, I love me
I dedicate it to every fuck nigga who crumbed me
Now they can′t fuck with my money
Now when the Truth come around, niggas shit lookin' bummy (bummy)

Fucked around, got mo' money (money)
Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Show money like dope money
Fucked around, got mo' money
Fucked around, got mo′ money
Fucked around, got mo' money
Show money like dope money (money)

Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Fucked around, got mo' money (money)
Fucked around, got mo′ money (money)
Show money like dope money
Fucked around, got mo' money
Fucked around, got mo' money
Fucked around, got mo′ money