Eighfy in the wood
Im high as kite
I think im staying in
No working tonight
And a glass of Henny
Put that shit on ice
Good highs and Good Vibes
See one hell of a night
I was catching ride
Hoping that I be late
I was in tne Aztek
Now I'm pushing the G8
She said come thru
I told her baby I won't be late
Cuz I been in my bad
You can bet that bitch is Gucci
Click
Speeding down 95
Left hand on the wheel
Right hand gripping her thigh
She tell me that she love me
And she down for ride
I reply who am I
And She ain't have no answer
Shit
Bet you didn't even know
My moms beat cancer
Bet you didn't know
Before I rapped I use to dance huh
Plane trips to Barbados
I been in the bands huh
I been tryna stack it up
But baby where your bands at
Money money money
Man I got to go to work
Money money money
Make ah nigga
Go berserk
Money money money
Man I spend it on some hoes
Money money money
I got to get some mo
Woke up this morning
Thanking the man from above
Last night was crazy
Didn't think I'd ever see dusk
Cuz my mans
That's my right hand
Showed his right hand
And went left with work
I took an L
Gotta watch snakes in the garden
They'll kill
They'll squeeze
Hold on for dear life
Like it's there last breath
You need a reality check
Cuz I ain't playing
I ain't playing
I ain't playing with'em
It ain't about the whip
It's bout the man
That's riding in it
It ain't the money
It's just bout
How you get it
It's aint about chicks
It's just bout how you treat them
Don't burn your bridges
Never know When you'll need them
I show love on the features
I need a bad chicka
Talking black and strong
Man I can't wait to meet her
Cuz this shit right here
Is hard to come by
Gotta watch your back
Cuz niggas doing drive bys
Money money money
Man I got to go to work
Money money money
Make ah nigga
Go berserk
Money money money
Man I spend it on some hoes
Money money money
I got to get some mo
I gotta get some Mo
I gotta get some Mo
All this f*cking money man
I gotta get my own
(Spend it on these hoes)
Why do I spend It on these hoes?
Chris J - Mo Money Lyrics
Chris J - Mo Money Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Eighfy in the wood
Im high as kite
I think im staying in
No working tonight
And a glass of Henny
Put that shit on ice
Good highs and Good Vibes
See one hell of a night
I was catching ride
Hoping that I be late
I was in tne Aztek
Now I'm pushing the G8
She said come thru
I told her baby I won't be late
Cuz I been in my bad
You can bet that bitch is Gucci
Click
Speeding down 95
Left hand on the wheel
Right hand gripping her thigh
She tell me that she love me
And she down for ride
I reply who am I
And She ain't have no answer
Shit
Bet you didn't even know
My moms beat cancer
Bet you didn't know
Before I rapped I use to dance huh
Plane trips to Barbados
I been in the bands huh
I been tryna stack it up
But baby where your bands at
Money money money
Man I got to go to work
Money money money
Make ah nigga
Go berserk
Money money money
Man I spend it on some hoes
Money money money
I got to get some mo
Woke up this morning
Thanking the man from above
Last night was crazy
Didn't think I'd ever see dusk
Cuz my mans
That's my right hand
Showed his right hand
And went left with work
I took an L
Gotta watch snakes in the garden
They'll kill
They'll squeeze
Hold on for dear life
Like it's there last breath
You need a reality check
Cuz I ain't playing
I ain't playing
I ain't playing with'em
It ain't about the whip
It's bout the man
That's riding in it
It ain't the money
It's just bout
How you get it
It's aint about chicks
It's just bout how you treat them
Don't burn your bridges
Never know When you'll need them
I show love on the features
I need a bad chicka
Talking black and strong
Man I can't wait to meet her
Cuz this shit right here
Is hard to come by
Gotta watch your back
Cuz niggas doing drive bys
Money money money
Man I got to go to work
Money money money
Make ah nigga
Go berserk
Money money money
Man I spend it on some hoes
Money money money
I got to get some mo
I gotta get some Mo
I gotta get some Mo
All this f*cking money man
I gotta get my own
(Spend it on these hoes)
Why do I spend It on these hoes?
Im high as kite
I think im staying in
No working tonight
And a glass of Henny
Put that shit on ice
Good highs and Good Vibes
See one hell of a night
I was catching ride
Hoping that I be late
I was in tne Aztek
Now I'm pushing the G8
She said come thru
I told her baby I won't be late
Cuz I been in my bad
You can bet that bitch is Gucci
Click
Speeding down 95
Left hand on the wheel
Right hand gripping her thigh
She tell me that she love me
And she down for ride
I reply who am I
And She ain't have no answer
Shit
Bet you didn't even know
My moms beat cancer
Bet you didn't know
Before I rapped I use to dance huh
Plane trips to Barbados
I been in the bands huh
I been tryna stack it up
But baby where your bands at
Money money money
Man I got to go to work
Money money money
Make ah nigga
Go berserk
Money money money
Man I spend it on some hoes
Money money money
I got to get some mo
Woke up this morning
Thanking the man from above
Last night was crazy
Didn't think I'd ever see dusk
Cuz my mans
That's my right hand
Showed his right hand
And went left with work
I took an L
Gotta watch snakes in the garden
They'll kill
They'll squeeze
Hold on for dear life
Like it's there last breath
You need a reality check
Cuz I ain't playing
I ain't playing
I ain't playing with'em
It ain't about the whip
It's bout the man
That's riding in it
It ain't the money
It's just bout
How you get it
It's aint about chicks
It's just bout how you treat them
Don't burn your bridges
Never know When you'll need them
I show love on the features
I need a bad chicka
Talking black and strong
Man I can't wait to meet her
Cuz this shit right here
Is hard to come by
Gotta watch your back
Cuz niggas doing drive bys
Money money money
Man I got to go to work
Money money money
Make ah nigga
Go berserk
Money money money
Man I spend it on some hoes
Money money money
I got to get some mo
I gotta get some Mo
I gotta get some Mo
All this f*cking money man
I gotta get my own
(Spend it on these hoes)
Why do I spend It on these hoes?
Writer: Christian Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid