Mo Money lyrics

by

Mac Miller


[Hook: Hardo]
More money you spread around
Is the more that's comin' back around
b*tch I got my bands up
I'm that muthaf*ckin' n*gga
They know that I'm goin ball (I'm goin' ball)
Ball (ball), ball (ball)
On these n*ggas
I'm goin' ball (ball)
Ball (ball) ball (ball)
On these b*tches

[Verse 1: Hardo]
Racked up with that trap money
All my n*ggas they got money
Goin' do it for a real n*gga
Put ya' fingers off in that cat for me
Money flowin' like water, I know you thirsty
Girl if you ballin' then what your purse say
n*gga you trappin', then whats your work weigh
I said that I got it, I know you heard me
Ain't got time to fix no broke n*gga
Oh that's yo' man? You better leave that n*gga
Cause broke n*ggas get kicked out
I said broke n*ggas get kicked out
These b*tches know that
[Hook: Hardo]
More money you spread around
Is the more that's comin' back around
b*tch I got my bands up
I'm that muthaf*ckin' n*gga
They know that I'm goin ball (I'm goin' ball)
Ball (ball), ball (ball)
On these n*ggas
I'm goin' ball (ball)
Ball (ball) ball (ball)
On these b*tches

[Verse 2: Hardo]
These b*tches say I act Hollywood
Well ain't a n*gga in Hollywood
Do you feel me, can you see it now
That pus*y pierced, can I see it now?
I done f*cked, all of the b*tches
In my city that's worth to get hit
Got ya' b*tch, all in my house
Gettin' nasty wit' all of her friends
She f*ckin', not for a house
Just want me to pay all of her rent
Goin' up, Monday through Sunday
I spendin' it like it's no end
Got tats, all on my arms
You can tell that a n*gga got money, I know
That all of these b*tches goin' f*ck
Cause' a n*gga got money, I blow
All of this cash, cause I know that the sh*t keep on comin'
Hardo, the realest to do it
I keep a hundred, one hundred, I know
[Hook: Hardo]
More money you spread around
Is the more that's comin' back around
b*tch I got my bands up
I'm that muthaf*ckin' n*gga
They know that I'm goin ball (I'm goin' ball)
Ball (ball), ball (ball)
On these n*ggas
I'm goin' ball (ball)
Ball (ball) ball (ball)
On these b*tches

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
b*tch I am a beast, off the leash
Blood up in my teeth
Do this in my sleep, so unique
Yo' main girl a freak
Give me tongue and cheek, once a week
Get the top, I peak
Then get underneath
She need me like her Summer's Eve
We go to sleep thinkin' bout money
Wake up in the mornin', go eat
Never seen this many hunnids
Ain't tryna do it, I done it
Damn, how these n*ggas talk about ballin'
When they can't get a shot cause I call em
I done walked through the club, now fall in
Told her bring two friends, they can join in
What's in your wallet? That money my n*gga
She give me head like she won, get in front of me
She leavin' you to come stunt with me
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
I'm in my own lane
n*ggas still clap for me like Soul Train
I smoke a ounce everyday for the growin' pains
Don't want the half thang, I want the whole thang
Mayne
[Hook: Hardo (Wiz Khalifa)]
More money you spread around
Is the more that's comin' back around
(Ya'll already know what it is man, Khalifa)
b*tch I got my bands up
(And Trapn Hardo, Trapn Hardo, Khalifa)
I'm that muthaf*ckin' n*gga
(You gotta be willin' to go crazy for the bread)
They know that I'm goin ball (I'm goin' ball)
(Haaa, Pittsburgh)
Ball (ball), ball (ball)
(Yall already know what it is, man)
On these n*ggas
I'm goin' ball (ball)
Ball (ball) (Taylor Gang!) ball (ball)
(Yeah) On these b*tches
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