MOG

Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper
I don't owe you like two vowels
I go by them goon rules if you can’t beat ‘em then you prop ‘em
Call him Dennis Rodman
Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
Call me what you want bitch

Yeah my drop sick
Motherfucker I'm ill
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
They don't see me, but they hear me
Tony told us this world was ours

I'm it
Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre
Motherfucker I'm ill
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy”
Got da Maserati dancin’ on the bridge pussy poppin’

You cant stand ‘em then you drop ‘em
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
Yeah my glock sick
On some faggot bullshit

Damn I hate a shy bitch
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can’t catch ‘em, you can’t stop ‘em
“He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
I open the Lamborghini
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
A million here, a million there
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
I’ma millionaire
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower
I’m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair
You drop ‘em cuz we pop ‘em like Orville Redenbacher
Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil’ Wayne

Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'

Like smoke in the thinnest air

My criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair

Call me on my Sidekick

Dare me
Motherfucker I say like face shit without me
Cuz I don’t write shit cuz I ain’t got time

Am I not thick?
And I'm o.k., but my watch sick
Never answer when it's private
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?

I’ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
They don't feel me, but they fear me
It ain't trickin' if you got it

You cant man ‘em then you mop ‘em
Yeah nigga, that's my bitch