Mo $ ft. ChuCho MWC Lyrics

I've been on my grind, I've been on the line

Tryna stack my paper up to the fuckin' sky

When I get to heaven, tell God, sorry for gettin' high

But it's the only way I can get by when my brothers die

Beam make em' cross-eyed, and the chop leaves him traumatized

Fuckin' with the team, we got mob ties

We the reason the funeral got a long line

And we don't do the wires, pig, you get hog-tied

One day we'll be on tour worldwide

Someday we gon' rule the world, oh my

I feel like Drake, cause I be tellin' no lies

I feel like Wayne, cause I be doin' a whole lot

Mo' money means mo' problems Mo' money means mo' mop sticks

Relax, shorty, it's only for my offense A fat 40, be sure to give him a coffin

You flatlined in the process Mo' money means mo' problems

Mo' money means mo' mop sticks Relax, shorty, it's only for my offense

A fat 40, be sure to give him a coffin, you flatlined in the process

I stay coastin' in my own lane Big boss in the floss

And they keep it pushin' like it's cocaine I'm gettin' known in my own way

And ain't nobody gonna stop us Homie, we run our own game

I been on my shit, so I'ma get it, yeah, by any means

Make a new connects throughout the West Shit, I live my dream

Now they feel impressed, they got the recipe to make him fiend

Goddo serve him up, and here come Chuch, and I'ma bring a bang

Whoa, cause I ain't really what the child's play

Fuck around and find out, and make your mind change

Ayy, and shit, we come from the top Elevator way up, and them bangers will drop

Mo' money means mo' problems Mo' money means mo' mop sticks

Relax, shorty, it's only for my offense A fat 40, be sure to give him a coffin

You flatlined in the process, Ayy, mo' money means mo' problems

Mo' money means mo' mop sticks, Relax, shorty, it's only for my offense

A fat 40, be sure to give him a coffin, you flatlined in the process

Bitch we midwest mobbin', If you ain't like it, get lost then

Ballin' like Stockton, puttin' in this work and we clocked in

ChuCho go the west connect locked in

Wildin' out, no caution Makin' everybody nauseous

On some boss shit, I know they gon' bop this, Ain't nobody gon' top this

No, ain't nobody gon' stop Shit, we start a fuckin' moshpit

I've been on my grind, I've been on the line

Tryna stack my paper up to the fuckin' sky

When I get to heaven, tell God, sorry for gettin' high

But it's the only way I can get by when my brothers die

I been on my grind, I been on the line Tryna stack my paper up to the fuckin' sky

When I get to heaven, tell God, sorry for gettin' high

But it's the only way I can get by when my brothers die