[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Mo money
Mo straps
I write checks
I don't write raps
Mo trees
Bring mo G's
Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys
Mo money
Bring mo problems
Biggie said it first
So I'm thinking mo choppers
Mo money
Bring mo haters
[?] flavors
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Mo trees, mo G's
Bumping [?] stupid [?] but I prefer that OG
Say that they can fuck with me, then they gon' have to show me
I don't fuck with that boy, I heard they whole hood [?]
[?] same place your ho sleep
Blew a [?] extra loud, went and put that ho to sleep
[] smoking on that loud ass weed, that's how you know it's me
Dolph, why you stay fresh as fuck?
Bitch, because I'm posed to be
Put on for the hood, I go hard for the city
[?] where I'm from, bitch, the southside of Memphis
Niggas with that bullshit, gon' have to pay them boys a visit
Sеnd my boys to his house, and have him waiting in his kitchen
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Mo monеy
Mo straps
I write checks
I don't write raps
Mo trees
Bring mo G's
Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys
Mo money
Bring mo problems
Biggie said it first
So I'm thinking mo choppers
Mo money
Bring mo haters
[?] flavors
[Verse 2: Tim Gates]
Still on that Paper Rout
Pockets newspaper thick, [?] 'bout
Millionaire statis, that's why they call me Tim Gates
Balling on these hoes, no matter if the rent straight
It's amazing how I'm feeling
The Freddie Cruger sweater, I'm 'bout to make a killing
My car's like my girl, man, I sware it's so appealing
Black and Yellow, Wiz Khalifa, yeah, I'm Pitzburg Stealing
Mo money, got my mama out the gutter
And now my [?] Rihanna lil brother
Mo money, mo money
[?] head people [?]
[?] all I see is dead people
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Mo money
Mo straps
I write checks
I don't write raps
Mo trees
Bring mo G's
Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys
Mo money
Bring mo problems
Biggie said it first
So I'm thinking mo choppers
Mo money
Bring mo haters
[?] flavors
[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Say she like the way I dress, and love the way I talk
Mo money, mo yopps, that's that Memphis talk
Y'all call them pistols, we call them yops
And you better keep it on you, way these niggas talk
Mo money, mo jealousy
Shout out to my Irish lawyer, no felonies
I keep going and going, no batteries
My old bitch tell me Dolph, you know you flatter me
I'm the shit now, hear the young Master P
The next time you miss your bitch, nigga, ask for me
Fuck the middle man, can't have no nigga taxing me
Got a money spot, doing stupid stacks of weed
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Mo money
Mo straps
I write checks
I don't write raps
Mo trees
Bring mo G's
Told my [?] bring mo P's, no keys
Mo money
Bring mo problems
Biggie said it first
So I'm thinking mo choppers
Mo money
Bring mo haters
[?] flavors
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