Mo Money (interlude) Lyrics

I knew this girl, she was a eater, it was barely food

She say she evil, but I'm terrible too Man, a life with no money, put that fear in

me ooo, I been thinking bout the bullshit, put my

family through So now I'm staring at the ceilings in the

darkest of rooms In the back of my thoughts, now I'm scared

of the fact that it's true That this lifestyle I'm chasing is just

buried in doom Damned if I do, man, damned if I doesn't

I like my money like my women, hard to get an abundance

Secondly, I wanna hear, yes, chef, when I'm cracking an onion

You have a passion, I just asked if you loved it

Wait, did he just..

Slow money for show money, that hope money You get roped up and choked up by a slow honey

It was so funny when Big Yernie was so bummy Now I'm sitting on the edge of my bed

Should I maybe go get cozy, maybe clock in instead

You know I'm chosen, X and O's when I get locked in my head

So I said, fuck it, threw them covers, man, I need me some bread

I took my happy-nappy-headed ass right into work

Wrinkles on shirts, bitch, better than hearses I gotta get paid, ayy, rent on the first, bitch

I went down to pipe like a perfectly thrown pitch

Bitch, this wrist will show you the Lord quick