MO MONEY, MO MURDA Lyrics

Fuck a friendship I'm tryna get sexual

You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you

You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you

Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread

I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg

You a bitch don't live what you rap

Before all the sliding I was in the trap

If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack

I need the money give a fuck about beef

Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets

Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat

And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's

He was ducking the skap when he ran into me

Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking

Push up on me what the fuck was you thinking

And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking

Opp thots on my body always ask when we linking

Always tryna up score that's what I be thinking

I ain't missing my target bitch i'ma get up close

Bro caught a body he feel like the goat

Beef with the whole city so I gotta tote

Like these niggas wanna take me out my glow

I ain't linking that bitch if I don't got the pole

Heard she was the line but I'm still gone go

Fuck a friendship I'm tryna get sexual

You a thottie don't know why I'm stressing you

You tryna line me but I'm way ahead of you

Bend through that block tryna knock off a dread

I know a rapper keep dissing caught a shot to the leg

You a bitch don't live what you rap

Before all the sliding I was in the trap

If you tax on the drugs then I'm taking your pack

I need the money give a fuck about beef

Tell Momma I'm sorry I'm in love with the streets

Outside it get cold Gotta tote on my heat

And I'm YGK no I don't tote G's

He was ducking the skap when he ran into me

Back out in tryna leave the boy leaking

Push up on me what the fuck was you thinking

And I'm sipping on tris don't ask what I'm drinking