BiC Fizzle - Mo Money lyrics
[BiC Fizzle - Mo Money lyrics]
More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red, devily, then had
Feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see
Me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks
I'ma wear one
You say I won't first shoot for four ones
Now I ball out for the days I ain't have much
(SkinnyKhris)
Soul survivor
Go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
I drive the whip like a stolen car
Fishcale hoop, know a dude your bar
Straight from the block, I was born a star
How you trap out abandoned car?
'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all
Talkin' this shh, I'ma collect the call
Just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin' off
More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin'
And plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin', whenever I'm out
I ain't worried 'bout shit
556 click boom boom boom
Nigga get outta line
Take away the whole click
A soul survivor
Go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
Reach for my neck, get his head took off
Racks in my pocket, I know they be watchin'
Won't stop 'til I'm up, BiC Fizzle a boss
Fuck what it cost, I'ma get what I want
I'm just for less buyin' clothes and robes
Hellcat engine, Hellcat the sauce
Say I know how to grind
I ain't takin' no loss
Get in my feelings, I just fucked my thought
Promethazine just to heal with my cough
Long road pray, I don't never get lost
Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost
Flip flip the bitch, no twenty-two talls
Just threw bruh a pack and
He snatched like Moss
1017 on my neck and it cost on sixteen
The cloud speed where I used to walk
More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red, devily, then had
Feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see
Me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks
I'ma wear one
You say I won't first shoot for four ones
Now I ball out for the days I ain't have much
More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin'
And plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin', whenever I'm out
I ain't worried 'bout shit
556 click boom boom boom
Nigga get outta line
Take away the whole click
Max Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red, devily, then had
Feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see
Me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks
I'ma wear one
You say I won't first shoot for four ones
Now I ball out for the days I ain't have much
(SkinnyKhris)
Soul survivor
Go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
I drive the whip like a stolen car
Fishcale hoop, know a dude your bar
Straight from the block, I was born a star
How you trap out abandoned car?
'Fore I take me a loss, I'ma crash on y'all
Talkin' this shh, I'ma collect the call
Just sixteen, bitch, knock somethin' off
More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin'
And plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin', whenever I'm out
I ain't worried 'bout shit
556 click boom boom boom
Nigga get outta line
Take away the whole click
A soul survivor
Go for it like it ain't no tomorrow
Reach for my neck, get his head took off
Racks in my pocket, I know they be watchin'
Won't stop 'til I'm up, BiC Fizzle a boss
Fuck what it cost, I'ma get what I want
I'm just for less buyin' clothes and robes
Hellcat engine, Hellcat the sauce
Say I know how to grind
I ain't takin' no loss
Get in my feelings, I just fucked my thought
Promethazine just to heal with my cough
Long road pray, I don't never get lost
Right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost
Flip flip the bitch, no twenty-two talls
Just threw bruh a pack and
He snatched like Moss
1017 on my neck and it cost on sixteen
The cloud speed where I used to walk
More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more choppers
I'm feelin' red, devily, then had
Feelings, then I blew, my heart lost 'em
Turned to a man, all bossed up, you see
Me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks
I'ma wear one
You say I won't first shoot for four ones
Now I ball out for the days I ain't have much
More money, more problems
Max Glocks, more drums on sticks
Young nigga lit, I could fuck any bitch
Last year I was schemin'
And plottin' on licks
I'm ridin' solo thuggin', whenever I'm out
I ain't worried 'bout shit
556 click boom boom boom
Nigga get outta line
Take away the whole click
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