Lil’ Mo, Dev, Cru - Obama lyrics
[Lil’ Mo, Dev, Cru - Obama lyrics]
Mind on the money, i Gotta get the cash
Every day I’m Thinking bout how to get a bag
Blue strips only Countin up them commas
Pull up in these caddies like president obama
Lil Mo - My next car Gonna be a
Black Or yellow hummer
It’s Middle of the winter But
I’m lit just Like it’s summer
Spending money
Like it’s nothing
I’m gettin money
Cause i’m stunning
Ask me what I’m doing
Bitch I’m really bussin
I’m just doing me
Ain’t worried bout you
I be chillin in the stu
With dev and cru
I’m doing my thing
Sleeping on a queen
But, I’m feeling like a king
Cause i’m in living my dream
Like I’m Martin Luther king
No competition
No opposition
I’m winning
You losing
The tops my position
I love money
And I know how to get it
They wonder
Why the bar so high
Cause i’m the one that set it
Mind on the money, i Gotta get the cash
Every day I’m Thinking bout how to get a bag
Blue strips only Countin up them commas
Pull up in these caddies like president obama
Dev -Fendi on the fit barley thats the whip
When i call my shots baby
Know i never miss ya
Im so high right now i sound
Like i got a list ya
If im out with shawty you know
I have cughat a lick ya
Pour out the forty your girl she horny
I ain't fuckin with that you know
I have a gun shawty
Im coming straight forward that golry
Im still in the ball you
Could call me mc cory
I keep a for go you be showin up
Your girl be hold on my shit
Heard your girl be throwing up btich
Im hairliner bitch busy im neverign
Opening up im blowing up
You use that line before ya i did shawty
Light me up top like a lid
Ya they always yell at me throwin
Bid ya you know i keep
That forty on my hip shawty like
The sun after the rain
All im use to is felling pain ya
Im alaways show respect to the game
Even if they stay callin me lame bitch
Mind on the money, i Gotta get the cash
Every day I’m Thinking bout how to get a bag
Blue strips only Countin up them commas
Pull up in these caddies like president obama
Cru - bitch DONT fuck WITH
MAXIMO ya ya ya aye
Every day I’m Thinking bout how to get a bag
Blue strips only Countin up them commas
Pull up in these caddies like president obama
Lil Mo - My next car Gonna be a
Black Or yellow hummer
It’s Middle of the winter But
I’m lit just Like it’s summer
Spending money
Like it’s nothing
I’m gettin money
Cause i’m stunning
Ask me what I’m doing
Bitch I’m really bussin
I’m just doing me
Ain’t worried bout you
I be chillin in the stu
With dev and cru
I’m doing my thing
Sleeping on a queen
But, I’m feeling like a king
Cause i’m in living my dream
Like I’m Martin Luther king
No competition
No opposition
I’m winning
You losing
The tops my position
I love money
And I know how to get it
They wonder
Why the bar so high
Cause i’m the one that set it
Mind on the money, i Gotta get the cash
Every day I’m Thinking bout how to get a bag
Blue strips only Countin up them commas
Pull up in these caddies like president obama
Dev -Fendi on the fit barley thats the whip
When i call my shots baby
Know i never miss ya
Im so high right now i sound
Like i got a list ya
If im out with shawty you know
I have cughat a lick ya
Pour out the forty your girl she horny
I ain't fuckin with that you know
I have a gun shawty
Im coming straight forward that golry
Im still in the ball you
Could call me mc cory
I keep a for go you be showin up
Your girl be hold on my shit
Heard your girl be throwing up btich
Im hairliner bitch busy im neverign
Opening up im blowing up
You use that line before ya i did shawty
Light me up top like a lid
Ya they always yell at me throwin
Bid ya you know i keep
That forty on my hip shawty like
The sun after the rain
All im use to is felling pain ya
Im alaways show respect to the game
Even if they stay callin me lame bitch
Mind on the money, i Gotta get the cash
Every day I’m Thinking bout how to get a bag
Blue strips only Countin up them commas
Pull up in these caddies like president obama
Cru - bitch DONT fuck WITH
MAXIMO ya ya ya aye