Ces Cru - The MO lyrics

Uh yo man, my mind is on this money
And I keep that money on me
Now we blowin' on that potent
Rollin' vibin' with my homies
CES from the show me so show me
How high that you can go
Now we drivin' slow sippin' on
Somethin' ridin' through the MO uh

I want the money
Whoever shall disagree can suck it
It ain't a secret so peep it
I'm tryin' to Scrooge Mcduck it
Eatin' off thousand dollar shit
That I did right i get the cream but can't
Remember eating at midnight
It's just as well
Must've puffed a nail with a gremlin
Then again, can't pretend that I'm not
A sinner with synonyms
They don't put us on pedestals
High as Tech, Eminem, and 'em
Look at me being Christian
I listen then I'm forgivin' 'em
Don't get it twisted you bitches
Listen for disses closely
Spit in the face of a monkey
Tryin' to diss an OG you wiggin' out
You get ya whole damn hood sprayed up
I'm off my rocker like an
Old man stood straight up
Been executed, rebooted, gotta be rare
Still might post up in a pic with a chick
I gotta be fair
Swear my bottom dollar is bloody buddy beware
If they dolin' out the duckets, well fuck it
Imma be there

Yo man, my mind is on this money
And I keep that money on me
Now we blowin' on that potent
Rollin' vibin' with my homies
CES from the show me so show me
How high that you can go
Now we drivin' slow sippin' on
Somethin' ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO
Ridin' through the MO ridin' through the MO
Ri-Ridin' through the MO
Ridin' through the MO
Ri-Ridin' through the MO
Bro we from the show me now show
Me how high that you can go

Player play on if you're Wiccan
Then say your seance pray or be prayed upon
I'm shinin' when they throw the shade on
I'm sorry I'm late, leavin' early
I never stay long
When I'm on my James Bond, all
Y'all kiddies can play with crayons, ah
City liaison laced me with a key
She hold connection
VIP special guest and for me
And my soul collective the SOP
I keep my letters signed with 'Os' and 'Xs'
Owner let me close the section
Sex is a loaded weapon
Sippin' Amarone or Brunello
From the Monticello
Slanted eye observe through the decanter
I'm the calmest fellow
Accompanied by something dangerous
Walkin' on stilettos
Talkin' over contracts in the back
The dough was all but settled on my level
Fire flower resembled emerald city
Sweaty hippies hold me down
Know my nose is rose pedal picky
Love me, she love me not
We translucent to opaque
Gave the bouquet the OK and
Relocated to home base where the MO is at

Yo man, my mind is on this money
And I keep that money on me
Now we blowin' on that potent
Rollin' vibin' with my homies
CES from the show me so show me
How high that you can go
Now we drivin' slow sippin' on
Somethin' ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO
Ridin' through the MO ridin' through the MO
Ri-Ridin' through the MO
Ridin' through the MO
Ri-Ridin' through the MO
Bro we from the show me now show
Me how high that you can go

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