C.T. Money$$ - Mo Money Lyrics

They want from me, it's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I'm like the home lover
They want from me, it's like the more money we come apart
The more problems we see
This ain't IG, double tap, make his heart stop
You not even a fart, you're a queef, can you please stop
Fat bitch, got a drinking problem, call her Akademiks
Broke niggas haven't seen money since the epidemic
Talk so much shit on these beats, I need a f*ckin' mint
Call the opps Kaitlyn Jenner, because them niggas switched
Cuffed the opps' sis, beat the bitch, now the family f*cked
He stepped up, shot him in the foot, bet he ain't tough
I don't have no type, way back before Rae Sremmurd
I'm a silent killer, game seven, Kawhi Leonard
Bitch, I wanted you in high school, in your hoe phase
Not, now, I don't want a cuff, I wanna get laid
King of the 601, bitch, I thought you f*ckin' knew
Saw my ex, bitch, hell nah, she look super through
I'm a bad dad, left my kids on her f*ckin' face
Then she tried to cuff Tay-K, man, I did the race
Call the opps Ben Simmons, cause they scared to shoot
Dumb niggas always snitchin', Crash Bandicoot
Broke niggas always tryna diss, get a f*ckin' job
Baby mama blowin' on my dick, that's a blowjob
Huh? What? Switch the flow up
They call me C.T. Money$$, hell yeah, I'm finna glow up
Bitches on my dick, hell nah, I'm finna blow up
Get my dough, stack it up, nigga, and store it up
Yeah, lil' bitch, you know what it is
F*ck your baby daddy, your mama, and them badass kids
Yeah, I'll say it again, man, f*ck them stupid kids
Moving packs all across the city, I'm delivery man