Mo Money Lyrics - Singles - Hardo

More money you spread around 

Is the more that's comin' back around 

Bitch I got my bands up 

I'm that muthafuckin' nigga 

They know that I'm goin ball (I'm goin' ball) 

Ball (ball), ball (ball) 

On these niggas 

I'm goin' ball (ball) 

Ball (ball) ball (ball) 

On these bitches 

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Racked up with that trap money 

All my niggas they got money 

Goin' through it for a real nigga 

Put ya' fingers off in that [?] for me 

Money flowin' like water, I know you thirsty 

Girl if you ballin' then what your purses say 

Nigga 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 nigga 

Oh that's yo' man? You better leave that nigga 

Cause broke niggas get kicked out 

I said broke niggas get kicked out 

These bitches know that 

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More money you spread around 

Is the more that's comin' back around 

Bitch I got my bands up 

I'm that muthafuckin' nigga 

They know that I'm goin ball (I'm goin' ball) 

Ball (ball), ball (ball) 

On these niggas 

I'm goin' ball (ball) 

Ball (ball) ball (ball) 

On these bitches 

These bitches say I act Hollywood 

Well ain't a nigga in Hollywood 

Do you feel me, can you see it now 

Got [?] can I see it now? 

I done fucked, all of the bitches 

In my city that's worth to get hit 

Got ya' bitch, all in my house 

Gettin' nasty wit' all of her friends 

She fuckin', 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 nigga got money, I know 

That all of these bitches goin' fuck 

Cause' a nigga got money, I blow 

All of this cash, cause I know that the shit keep on comin' 

Hardo, the realest to do it 

I keep a hundred, one hundred, I know 

More money you spread around 

Is the more that's comin' back around 

Bitch I got my bands up 

I'm that muthafuckin' nigga 

They know that I'm goin ball (I'm goin' ball) 

Ball (ball), ball (ball) 

On these niggas 

I'm goin' ball (ball) 

Ball (ball) ball (ball) 

On these bitches 

Bitch 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 niggas 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 nigga 

She give me head like she won, get in front of me 

She leavin' you to come stunt with me 

Real niggas fuck with me 

I'm in my own lane 

Niggas 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 

More money you spread around 

Is the more that's comin' back around 

(Ya'll already know what it is man, Khalifa) 

Bitch I got my bands up 

(And Trapn Hardo, Trapn Hardo, Khalifa) 

I'm that muthafuckin' nigga 

(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 niggas 

I'm goin' ball (ball) 

Ball (ball) (Taylor Gang!) ball (ball) 

(Yeah) On these bitches