Z-Ro - Mo City lyrics
[Z-Ro - Mo City lyrics]
Dareo what's up nigga
I ain't gon' lie I need a favor
(A favor ain't nothing
What you need my nigga)
I got this jamming ass beat right
And I'm tal'n bout
I'm so tired of writing hooks
My god damn self, ya feel
So uh, this time you make me a hook my nigga
(A loud hook, I got ya it ain't nothing)
Hell yeah bet
Let me check that mp'fucker out
(M is for the money, the O is for the oil
C I chindig, but I never ever spoil
We dotting our I's, and we crossing our T's
No need to ask why
But I'm repping that Mo-Mo City
That's the place where I roam niggas hating
Cause they bitches won't leave us alone
And if you disrespect it
You'll get one to your dome)
Ooh I ain't gon' lie
That bitch hard than a mo'fucker
Hold up, say that bitch one more time
The M is for the money, the O is for the oil
The C I chindig, but a bitch I never spoil
We dotting our I's, and we crossing our T's
Don't even ask me why
But me and my niggas repping Mo City
And that's the place where I roam
Niggas hating
Cause they bitches won't leave us alone
And if you disrespecting
You'll get one to your dome
Ugh team full of team captains
That shit ain't gon' work out
Fifteen quarterbacks
And nan' one of em wanna work out
You lazy ass niggas and bitches
That's what this Earth's bout
Talking bout your mama staying with you
You know this her house
Everybody wanna be the MVP
Well they looking at one
Whenever I let them see me
Represent Mo City on BET, or MTV
Wheels so glassy when I see my rims
My rims see me i'm a boss
That mean I ain't taking orders from no one
Team Me, Team Fuck-A Team me and no one
Cold and say I'm miserable
And that's why I treat people bad
Bitch I'm just in love with me
And not with kissing people's ass
Yeah so many bottles in this bitch
Look like a party at the liquor sto'
All my haters mad at me again
Cause they didn't get to go
Since I do what I do one deep
I ain't gotta split the dough'
Only thang I like better than getting money
Is to simply get some mo'
Mo City, that's where I'm from
I bet I never leave the crib
Without packing a gun
And since the money already made
We just having some fun
And all my niggas got money
Nobody asking for none
A mill six later, my jeans still ain't tight
And my face real heavy, it still ain't light
You still talking to the police
Well then you still ain't right
But, I am still real
And to me this new shit still ain't light
I ain't gon' lie I need a favor
(A favor ain't nothing
What you need my nigga)
I got this jamming ass beat right
And I'm tal'n bout
I'm so tired of writing hooks
My god damn self, ya feel
So uh, this time you make me a hook my nigga
(A loud hook, I got ya it ain't nothing)
Hell yeah bet
Let me check that mp'fucker out
(M is for the money, the O is for the oil
C I chindig, but I never ever spoil
We dotting our I's, and we crossing our T's
No need to ask why
But I'm repping that Mo-Mo City
That's the place where I roam niggas hating
Cause they bitches won't leave us alone
And if you disrespect it
You'll get one to your dome)
Ooh I ain't gon' lie
That bitch hard than a mo'fucker
Hold up, say that bitch one more time
The M is for the money, the O is for the oil
The C I chindig, but a bitch I never spoil
We dotting our I's, and we crossing our T's
Don't even ask me why
But me and my niggas repping Mo City
And that's the place where I roam
Niggas hating
Cause they bitches won't leave us alone
And if you disrespecting
You'll get one to your dome
Ugh team full of team captains
That shit ain't gon' work out
Fifteen quarterbacks
And nan' one of em wanna work out
You lazy ass niggas and bitches
That's what this Earth's bout
Talking bout your mama staying with you
You know this her house
Everybody wanna be the MVP
Well they looking at one
Whenever I let them see me
Represent Mo City on BET, or MTV
Wheels so glassy when I see my rims
My rims see me i'm a boss
That mean I ain't taking orders from no one
Team Me, Team Fuck-A Team me and no one
Cold and say I'm miserable
And that's why I treat people bad
Bitch I'm just in love with me
And not with kissing people's ass
Yeah so many bottles in this bitch
Look like a party at the liquor sto'
All my haters mad at me again
Cause they didn't get to go
Since I do what I do one deep
I ain't gotta split the dough'
Only thang I like better than getting money
Is to simply get some mo'
Mo City, that's where I'm from
I bet I never leave the crib
Without packing a gun
And since the money already made
We just having some fun
And all my niggas got money
Nobody asking for none
A mill six later, my jeans still ain't tight
And my face real heavy, it still ain't light
You still talking to the police
Well then you still ain't right
But, I am still real
And to me this new shit still ain't light