Mo Money Mo Followers lyrics

What’s happenin’ ChiChi?

I got more followers than they seen
Ran through more money than they seen
I won’t tell them people what I seen
Even though I saw everything

I know n*ggas who fold in court, I thought would be some kingpins
I f*cked some hoes I thought I would see on TV screens
I gave out favors, I wasn’t even lookin’ for ‘em back
He came out of lockup, sent him some to get a phone back
Since she ain’t answer, gave her benefit of phone crack
I don’t care ‘bout that hoe, she just another body
Them n*ggas got guns, but they ain’t known for shootin’ 'em at nobody
Streets wasn’t meant(mint) for some of these n*ggas, we know they just need Trident
I watched some n*ggas go hit licks, and some get murked robbing

Ain’t talk to bros in a minute, feel like we went our separate ways
Yeah that’s my dog, but I hate to see him locked in a cage (Free Nocap)

No hoop dreams, I seen Cloud turn to a junkie
But where I’m from, he the hood Michael Jordan
And where I’m from, don’t survive in the court
And where I’m from, you’ll starve on the porch
I seen him trippin, he was runnin’ out of money
Told me it seem like the walls closing on em
He started seeing that his dogs wasn’t his homies
Say they’ll ride, but they all flake like Tony
I been thinking about the jury and if they judge me wrong
So I walked in this court with all my jewelry(jury) on
I got bros I can’t talk to ‘bout baseball
Judge gave ‘em 3 strikes, he ain’t coming home
When we talk, I still gotta ask him when they coming home
They give that n*gga bond, I’ma pay it, he coming home
Even though he ain’t my dog or my n*gga
That’s just how bad I wanna kill him
Cause I remember talking to Thad ‘bout them digits
I looked at him like my dad and I miss him
I got more money than last year
But I got more problems than last year

I’m riding round with a stick, but no this car is not stick shift
Ain’t asking God for no money, I pray that my n*ggas all real
I gave her crack and some money, I sent her in there for cough syrup
My momma sonned me for Father's Day, cause I ain’t had no father
Know them pus*y n*ggas talking, but it’s all words
If they really want it, we’ll bring it to ‘em like orders
Catch ‘em moving, slide up, hit ‘em with revolvers
[?]
I’m just tryna see if these n*ggas hoes, [?]
I hope my n*gga don’t change in the mix
Only way I wanna see a n*gga in chains(change), if its pendants(pennies)
Say she love me, it’s all games like scrimmage
Shut up, let my n*gga hit it

I got more fans than last year
I’m still hotter than last year
So many last year
I know them ain’t my last tears
I got more money than last year
But I got more problems than last year
I’m riding round with a stick, but no this car is not stick shift
Ain’t asking God for no money, I pray that my n*ggas all real
I gave a smoker some money, I sent her in there for cough syrup
I got more followers than they seen
Ran through more money than they seen
I won’t tell them people what I seen
Even though I seen everything

Long Live Fi, I seen them bullets hit his jaw
They killed [?], then wet him up inside his car
I miss [?]
They stared at me, took shots like the bar