Mo Money

[Chorus]

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

I do my thing in the booth, the streets know

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

We pull up front of your bitch, lift up them doors

She all about that jet life so fuck yours

These bitches know I’m stoned anywhere I go

And when ain't coming in if we can’t smoke

Fuck your rules, I’m too cool for that, bro

I buy the building, throw you out the back door

Carlito shouldn’t have let Benny Blanco go

Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your throat

That’s why I keep my circle tight, jet lifers in the cypher

Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough

Coming up

[Chorus]

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

Dope money, that’s paperweight

Loose leaf my paper straight

C-notes and they face to face

China 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 Ferrells

My money stupid like Lil' 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, woa'

Cause I got everything you want in life

Waking up and I’m counting up

Cause that mula start my morning rite

Well 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

[Chorus]

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money

[Verse 3: Young Roddy]

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

I'm a pimp fool I'll take your ho money

And use this shit for my smoke money

Like Deebo I take yo money I'm still spending my old money

Old boy can't fuck with me this lil nigga gettin grown 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 down like you stole somethin

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

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

Andretti got a bowl of mari' I kill a 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

[Chorus]

Loud money

Macho money

Stunt money

Show money

Blow money

Dough money

Your money

No money