Zaytoven and Chief Keef - MOMONEY

Aye
Glory Boy Entertainment
Sos' baby (gang, aye)
Introducing my muhfuckin' self (aye, gang)
Show these fuckniggas what it is (gang)
Hellcat ridin'(aye)
'19 Lamborghini ridin'
Trackhawk ridin'
2020 Audi ridin'
Glory Boy Entertainment (gang)

I need guap, I got guap, I think you need a side job
Talk crazy on the iPhone, we leave you on the asphalt
Oh, mashed potatoes, gravy, chicken what your wife cooked me
Fuck me in your favorite room, I see why you wife the pussy
You a pussy, you that pussy, get the money, hide the money
Shawty getting good money, what you think you big dummy?
Currency and Wayne money nah this ain't Young Money
We got twenty-four hours to go and get the same money
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Sosa got his own company
Trap money, mall money, y'all making small money
Run up on me and roll out we take yo' show money
Gang just back then, now you ain't got no money

Dope money, po noney, Chief Sosa, Sosa bae (gang)
Yeah (gang)
Mob, ain't gettin no money nigga (gang)
On my CEO shit, right now man (gang)
You know how we rock
Spend a quarter a week, hundred tomorrow (gang, gang)
That's crazy man (gang, gang)
My lawyer handle that though (gang)
I'm on UT know I'm talkin' 'bout (gang)
Couple cars, full rang, 12-change, nigga (gang)
Eight niggas with fifty shots

I'ma do me ask money who the fucking man
Walking with a waddle and we popping sealed bottles man
Sex in the club, baby girl but my crib better
I don't think I'm ready baby, I don't think we can live together
Oh you like my Rollie? Okay baby shake your booty meat
Nigga came upon me and said he the king and I'm like "Who is he?"
He in a Beam for the Rico, nigga not even in the game
You can't even wear your shit lil nigga why you get the chain?
Shoutout to my nigga Reese, he make yo body rock
Look outside, see 300, now the party stop
448 of that 'Lato, now the party fucked
Me and Glory boyz, Glo Gang, we make the party rock

Aye pussy ass nigga (pussy)
Lil talkin' ass boy
Yeah, I am MR. S-o-s-a-g-b-e, didn't do good on my S.A.t
But I got the B-A-N-D-S (get off my deez nuts)
That is Glory Boy you mad, I am Mr. Kangaroo Pockets
And I'm hanging with Australian girls
On the Glory Boy yacht
Got to make some Gs, get off our motherfuckin' dicks
(Gang) Sos' baby, Sos' baby

I want a boss bitch, I don't like no thotty baby
She ain't in no buggy baby
She in a sport, she tryna race me
I don't want no Hummer Truck, I might grab a Dually baby
No I can't eat that shit, that's for yours truly baby
I should get a stunt man and get a new Ducati
40 in my pocket skeet, I ain't tryna doodle top
Hear no evil speak no evil, bitch I hardly speak to people
Lamborghini scaring people so I call that bitch Grim Reaper

The boy hot, I'm hot
I'm steaming hot, I'm steaming hot
I'm Mr. 4EB, that's fuck everybody if you ain't know (Sosa baby)
I rode eight buses, ten trains
And I ended up here
If you be sneak dissing, and you see us
Nigga don't grin, don't smile, none of that shit
It's almighty nigga
Almighty, don't like nobody
Huh, huh, huh, aye

Written by:
Xavier Lamar Dotson, Keith Cozart

Publisher:
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