Concrete Boys - MO JAMS lyrics

(Play another slow jam
This time make it sweet) yeah (A slow jam)
This a MO JAM (For my baby, and for me)

Uh, huh
Red Dirt baby, I can't go back to broke
This drank old, same age as the Pope
Open my eyes, and I'm pulling it close
Walk in the store, and I look for a liter
Granny just called
Told her I'm going on tour
Keep me in your crib
While I turn up these people
(Turn up these people)
This bitch thick like Tuna Helper
My pop looks like Edris Elba
My duty, I met her in Louis
She come through, and took me
Don't go to the movies (Huhh)
Crack in the ceiling, I don't need no bargain
This codeine so raw


You can serve it with sushi (Codeine so raw)
I'm in DC for 12 hours
But, it's a so I pass it to
In a big body with 12 lighters, 3 pints
6 coochies (Damn)
Word to the boss, it's time, baby
That nigga broke, out of line, baby
I got money like your pastor, shawty
Spend this shit all the time, baby
She trifling as fuck
But she look like a keeper
(Look like a keeper)
Put it on god, we ain't believe in you either
(No) it's my meet and greet
But, it's quite nice to meet you
Petty as hell tryna keep it equal

Well coming from dirt
All I look forward to do is dream
Never would I think I would grow as a man
Spending 500k cash on codeine, yup
Never could I imagine, switching my team (Nope)
Never did give in and buy me some tris
23 Maybach, same year as my bitch
Brown inside with the rims, deep dish
She pretty, I kiss, my life is a bliss
Send her home quick, a bullet I miss
She think it's my loss
I let her just think it
# got 10 liquor bottles and show
She for the hoes, The Crete never drink it
Yup
# on my phone, I can't ever link it (Nope)
Jeweler put all of these stones
And rocks on a boat, shhshh
Flooding, it's water on water, but
He'll never sink it, shhshh
Your chain is a trinket (It's us)
Got 10 different whips
Like a real estate local
Popping a X, fucking a buggaboo
Hunnid my face, behind clear bi-focals (Damn)
Don't be offended, asking my fee
When I finally respond and I
Give you the total, yeah
All who inspires me most became #, shh
Just me and Boy with some hoes up in Soto (yeah)
#
Anywhere, everywhere, just like a dojo
I don't take pics with my shirt off
I am not Boris Kodjoe, yeah
I take a thot out, and I turn out bicoastal
(yeah) if I'm not home
Send the pints through the postal (Shh)
Baby what you do? Not know when I hurt you
Do something yourself, when
Around the business, it don't concern you

Look well shit, it's my turn too
We gave you #, so remember who taught you
First round, I'm off a four and a walkthrough
You keep the liquor, she easy to talk to
Know that she choosing on me
Cannot fault you
Took that shit back to the spot
Then I hit it played some slow jams
So we rocked out the Twister
I like you both
So just come with your sister
I'm ready to blitz 'em
It's lit like a missile
Karats not crystals, I ride with my pistol
It's us 'til the end
Want me to trip, my dog ready to spin
Eight hoes stuffed in the truck
In the rat, we was gone in the wind
They ready to sin
I prayed for this life, so I gotta go win
Now is my time, but I been already ready
What's on your mind? Shit, nothing but fetti
Ready to pop out, and stunt like confetti
I'm on they head, finna cut it, Kill Bill
Up in my rank, I'm the king of the hill
I'm so 'crete, baby, it's me 2trill
Niggas be fake, they allergic to real
I'm stepping, Shaquille I know how to play
You know them two words, so go on and say it
Slow that shit down, baby I'm tryna hear it
Us, man yuh

(Play another slow jam
This time make it sweet)
(A slow jam, for my baby and for me)

Crete

All of my riches, I made for my momma (Go)
I used to window shop at Rag-O-Rama (Go, go)
Used to wait tables, now they wait for me (Us)
Forty-five thousand, I fix on my teeth (Us)
I used to look at rich folks on TV (Damn)
Dreaming that could be me
Now I'm all on my way
Just didn't think it'd be as fast as today
Okay overnight shawty, my bestie don't play (Let's go)
Black as the TV turned off I can say
Nigga, negro, or whatever, don't bother me, go-go
You could be rich, if you wanted psychology
My bitches don't judge niggas astrology
Young bitch, I'm here to boost up the economy
I won't ride in back of Ducati's
But, I'll ride passenger of a Bugatti
I'll go Abu Dhabi, being rich is my hobby
We packed out the lobby (Damn)
I'm Concrete's finest
I'm 'crete 'til the death (Go)
Folks asking me if I'm black
Dumb bitch, I'm the same as the rest, okay
Sure, all these birds can stay at the nest
I'm in a hurry, I gotta get rest
Bitch, I been up for three days no sleep (Us)
Geeking off E, got a blick in the seat
Its gon sing like woman married to Jay-Z
(Go, go) three hoes in the booth
Don't you ever forget it (Damn)
I used to ride around town in a Civic (Damn)
Gotta leave out the old niggas that hit it (Us)
Imma rich bitch, so I delete the pass, okay
In the backseat, mixing grabba with gas
Ms not The Two, going bad on they ass, yeah
I don't have class, I'm ready to spazz
(Not the two)

Play another slow jam
This time make it sweet
A slow jam, for my baby and for me