M.O.H Lyrics

Right to the bank

We take it right to the bank

These niggas is strange

But imma keep counting my change yeah

Hell of a taste

Lil ma got hell of a taste

She trynna be main

Lil ma try nna be main yeah

I took some stress off my mama back

Feeling T'd up I ain't going back

Shit I was just broke now I'm popping tags

Trust me, you gonna see a lot of that

Benjamin Franklin gon' hold me together and trust me I'm gon' see a lot of that

Imma be stacking this paper forever and trust me you gon' see a lot of that

Kush in my lungs I be off for that

I got them plays like I'm Phil Jack

Ion think twice I just do the math

Pockets been eaten it's getting fat

I'm with the gang I can never lack

Your Thottie be looking like chicken scratch

Fuck nigga really gone think it's a game glitch 'em we get 'em up off the map

Most of the niggas they really be lames these niggas really not in a bag

I look like a slave I stay with my chains she hold it while I hit from the back

I just been blowing these trees and I'm counting these leaves I'm popping tags

My mama ain't got to worry about me about going the wrong path

Right to the bank

We take it right to the bank

These niggas is strange

But imma keep counting my change yeah

Hell of a taste

Lil ma got hell of a taste

She trynna be main

Lil ma try nna be main yeah

I took some stress off my mama back

Feeling T'd up I ain't going back

Shit I was just broke now I'm popping tags

Trust me, you gonna see a lot of that

Benjamin Franklin gon' hold me together and trust me I'm gon' see a lot of that

Imma be stacking this paper forever and trust me you gon' see a lot of that

Somebody tell T to roll up we out out of here

I do this shit with no problem my team is a problem that's why all these bitches stare

Niggas they think they got money but that ain't no money let's keep it a 100

I blow a bag and it keep coming, huh?

If I blow a bag and it keep coming

Guette hoop diamonds give em a heart attack

I lost my whip and I bought it back

Solo my name on the pink slip

Boss of my life before I boss a bitch

My life is what you see on a script

Never too heavy about a bitch

My time is really like all the Tostitos, we get a chip and we got a dip

I'm out here beating on walls produced in the sheets, then I'm wheezy I'm out of here

Love when I bang on the walls she wheeze in the sheets yea she wheezy up out of here

Benji keep shooters a hundred I'm always a hundred I stay on a hundred

None of my beats be from Wheezy these beats be from Munnii this Munnii on Munnii

Right to the bank

We take it right to the bank

These niggas is strange

But imma keep counting my change yeah

Hell of a taste

Lil ma got hell of a taste

She trynna be main

Lil ma try nna be main yeah

I took some stress off my mama back

Feeling T'd up I ain't going back

Shit I was just broke now I'm popping tags

Trust me, you gonna see a lot of that

Benjamin Franklin gon' hold me together and trust me I'm gon' see a lot of that

Imma be stacking this paper forever and trust me you gon' see a lot of that