(Hook)
After All that we been through, Mo and Mase
Will always get this money
Treat you like the star you are
??? cause the game will never change
(Verse 1: Mo Money)
A champagne toast cause now we live the life
Don Peace status got you niggas thinking twice
Niggas watch the whip, surrounding shots wit clique
Cruising up the ave as honeys ride the dick
On the highway playin both lanes, on the flip phone
Where the broads spittin game
Round’ for Don Peace that sunday night
Met her at the final ford that sunday night
Back of her man whip, for a date
Be arranged, pick me up the range
Rover all black, sex is all that
Only hit once and I never call back
No strings attached, dealin wit a pro
No time for love make it all about the dough
Gettin to spend, 850 out all nubian
Feds want to do me in
(Hook)
After All that we been through, Mo and Mase
Will always get this money
Treat you like the star you are
??? cause the game will never change
(Verse 2: Mase)
We gotta blow quick, get this dough quick
Than be as big as Juile and the blowfish
Spend more chips, the gold get the gold six
Cruise through the block leave them niggas so sick
And people that we roll wit hold chips
And we be on low chintzy on no shit
And you ain’t get no money, cause if you did
You woulda showed it
My whole clique flip the clip, it’s fully loaded
You pay car notes to flow in the ???
My lamb say “Lexus” yours says “Toyata”
I’m a big spender, that get money till the end of
Summer, throw the hard top of the hummer
So all I ask for David, a nigga can save it
He ain’t got enough votes to campaign against
The favorite, parade day come we just lamp on the
Float, you try to be a player well player I’m the coach
My money still comin, I’m big like Phill Drummound
You small like Arnold, shorty you still runnin
(Hook)
After All that we been through, Mo and Mase
Will always get this money
Treat you like the star you are
??? cause the game will never change
(Verse 3: Mo Money)
I’m in the club, poppin bub, VIP status
See we play the bar, surrounded by the baddest
Bitches in the club, all wanna show me and my thug
Locked in love, cause we poppin bub
Repertoire travel, niggas know the clique
Step to Columbians for the four bricks
She was on line when I stepped out the bandwagon
Wit the diamond shine, and we walked pass in line
My crew be the jiggiest, we all on point
Who wants one in the chamber? We all got joints
So don’t you faggot niggas think about it
Get your drink don't even think about it cause
You won’t live to speak about it
The shit we do, niggas go on weeks about it
From block to block, talk in the streets about it
They gats and Glocks, don't leave the streets without it
Beef wit my clique, there’s no need to speak about it
(Hook)
After All that we been through, Mo and Mase
Will always get this money
Treat you like the star you are
??? cause the game will never change
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