Mo Money (feat. Juvenile) Song Lyrics

Loud money
Macho money
Stunt money
Show money
Blow money
Dough money
Your money
No money

I do my thing in the booth, the streets know
You hear my chains in the booth, I wear my gold
We pull up front of your bitch, lift up them doors
She all about that jet life so fuck yours
These bitches know I'm stoned anywhere I go
And when ain't coming in if we can't smoke
Fuck your rules, I'm too cool for that, bro
I buy the building, throw you out the back door
Carlito shouldn't have let Benny Blanco go
Cause everywhere you turn they coming for your throat
That's why I keep my circle tight, jet lifers in the cypher
Bending corners, breaking bitches, making dough