G Perico - Mo Power lyrics
[G Perico - Mo Power lyrics]
Mo' Power to you nothin' ass
Buck ass niggas
Twenty-Eighteen, I be countin' my riches
No belt, blue rags holdin' up my britches
Might toss the rims and throw
The Cutlass on switches
Nigga's shit declinin' so now
They wanna holla i ain't take no loans
I'm out really gettin' dollars
Nigga this a business on some Crip shit
I used to see your girlfriend
On some pimp shit
In east max had a squabble with your homie
When he hit me I dropped him
Next thing lets get it over
G shinin' while I'm switchin' these lanes
Hoes on screamin' out my name
Bitch, I'm a player, gangster, pimp, mac
Had a forty squeezed on me
And I lived through that
Don't come around here askin' no questions
'Cause I'mma assume that yo'
Ass is a detective
Bitch, we gon' ride look up at the sky
I'm just doin' my job ballin' 'til I die
And we gon' go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Mo' money to me mean more shit to do
What's crumbs to me might be rich to you
If you be good to me, then you gon' come up
Hold the AK tight if they run up
These G-Star jeans and the Glock nine match
Sleep when he came from Sacs
Fly Crip nigga catch a flight get wit'cha
Jumped on a Yacht with some fly ass bitches
I'm a different kinda nigga with
A different kinda swag
Bust different kinda moves
Get a different kinda bag
Learned everything I know from the streets
Ain't never had a job
But I'm always eatin' get it how I live
Brand new wheels swear this the year that
I'm gon' touch mils
And still keep a hood rat in the
Cut 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'm at the moon when I hit 'em up
Bitch, we gon' ride look up at the sky
I'm just doin' my job ballin' 'til I die
And we gon' go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Buck ass niggas
Twenty-Eighteen, I be countin' my riches
No belt, blue rags holdin' up my britches
Might toss the rims and throw
The Cutlass on switches
Nigga's shit declinin' so now
They wanna holla i ain't take no loans
I'm out really gettin' dollars
Nigga this a business on some Crip shit
I used to see your girlfriend
On some pimp shit
In east max had a squabble with your homie
When he hit me I dropped him
Next thing lets get it over
G shinin' while I'm switchin' these lanes
Hoes on screamin' out my name
Bitch, I'm a player, gangster, pimp, mac
Had a forty squeezed on me
And I lived through that
Don't come around here askin' no questions
'Cause I'mma assume that yo'
Ass is a detective
Bitch, we gon' ride look up at the sky
I'm just doin' my job ballin' 'til I die
And we gon' go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Mo' money to me mean more shit to do
What's crumbs to me might be rich to you
If you be good to me, then you gon' come up
Hold the AK tight if they run up
These G-Star jeans and the Glock nine match
Sleep when he came from Sacs
Fly Crip nigga catch a flight get wit'cha
Jumped on a Yacht with some fly ass bitches
I'm a different kinda nigga with
A different kinda swag
Bust different kinda moves
Get a different kinda bag
Learned everything I know from the streets
Ain't never had a job
But I'm always eatin' get it how I live
Brand new wheels swear this the year that
I'm gon' touch mils
And still keep a hood rat in the
Cut 'cause I don't give a fuck
I'm at the moon when I hit 'em up
Bitch, we gon' ride look up at the sky
I'm just doin' my job ballin' 'til I die
And we gon' go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go
Go for it, go for it, go