MOG

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures
[Incomprehensible] beat that until them flowers black
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be

Hard body, these niggaz boxes of tissue
Getcha hustle up, the money's what you make of it
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
It ain't about whatcha makin', it's about what ya totin'
Money talkin', turn a key into a crack charge
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Strap her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip
You fuckin' with a winner but I come from a little
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin', okay
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
If they ain't with us they must be against us
I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit to glitter
Money over bitches such an easy decision
Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
I'm just a money man so where the dollars at
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
Blind, deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit

Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch

These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery

And do I love her naw, man I just love her spirit
Young money, money men monster militia
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
She wanna ride on this I make her ride with that
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Weezy motherfuckin' baby pay me
That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich
But shawty they ain't fuckin' with pops
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Now everybody that I know get that money baby

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

Now everybody that I know get that money baby
So stop stuntin' homie, false promotin'

OK, money, money, money is my intuition
My nine to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe
Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his wife

Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back