MOG

It ain't trickin' if you got it
They don't feel me, but they fear me
Cuz I don’t write shit cuz I ain’t got time
Yeah my glock sick
Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower
I’m a young money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair
Yeah my drop sick

Motherfucker I'm ill
Damn I hate a shy bitch
They don't see me, but they hear me
I open the Lamborghini
Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil’ Wayne
I go by them goon rules if you can’t beat ‘em then you prop ‘em
My criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair
Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
Yeah nigga, that's my bitch

“He's a beast he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem"
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can’t catch ‘em, you can’t stop ‘em
On some faggot bullshit

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowery
Call me what you want bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrierre
Motherfucker I say like face shit without me
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Call him Dennis Rodman
Like smoke in the thinnest air
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
Okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin?
Hopin' them crackers see me like, "Look at that bastard Weezy”
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Tony told us this world was ours

I’ma venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
Now who that wanna do that, boy you knew that chew that swallow
Don't you hate a shy bitch?

Dare me

Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at?
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch

I'm it
And I'm o.k., but my watch sick

And I'd rather be pushin' flowers

I’ma millionaire
I don't owe you like two vowels
Am I not thick?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame
Chrome lips pokin' out, the coupe look like it's poutin'
You cant man ‘em then you mop ‘em
And the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper
You drop ‘em cuz we pop ‘em like Orville Redenbacher
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit

A million here, a million there
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower

Bitch, I will turn a crack rock into a mountain
Yeah I ate a shy bitch

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mothafucker a copper
Motherfucker I'm ill
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Even Gwen Stefani say she couldn't doubt me
You cant stand ‘em then you drop ‘em
She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch
Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
Motherfucker I'm ill, not sick
Got da Maserati dancin’ on the bridge pussy poppin’