Mo' Money Lyrics - Singles - Mally Mall

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Text free, download money 

Got Wonder Bread like NASCAR 

You slipped up and got slow money 

My block boomin' like 18's, my paper up, it's on caffeine 

Them playin' clowns done tapped my phone, they swear I'm movin' that Phentermine 

Got too many bags of that rake 

Too much guap to just say 

Every time I try to break the bank 

I fuck around and get paid 

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I done fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Pulled up hunnid whips, and we mobbin' 

Blew a hunnid stacks on the bomb 

Tryna flip a whole thang for a quarter 

Tryna have my boat plankin' on that water 

Bust it open, go and do that dance 

Fresh up out that border, flipped it from that corner 

Young rich fly nigga, started from the corner 

Go and bust it open, love when you do that dance 

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Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Them street niggas no playin' ho 

Made a hundred grand in his bando 

That shit cool without the band movin' 

This brick jungle like Rambo 

Stop mine, no game I was dissin' on 'em 

On the block and I ain't even tell this nigga no no 

Rich nigga still movin' like I never had nothing 

But a hustle and a dream and a hell of a discussion 

Now I ride around the hood in that new I8 

Here to take it to a hater bitch, I do not wait 

I'm the king of the streets, bitch I do not break 

And if it ain't about the money, look here bitch, I'm straight 

Get mine but I'm minding my business nigga 

Watchin' me, yo better find you some business nigga 

I want it all, how the fuck am I finished nigga? 

In the mud, in the field, no scrimmage nigga 

Yeah, I got this money, promise you I got this money 

This necklace on my is so dummy, 4 in the morning it's sunny 

Everything asking might dummy 

I did a cater to every fuck nigga you crumbed me 

Now they can't fuck with my money 

Now when the Truth come around niggas shit lookin' bummy 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Show money like dope money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money 

Fucked around, got mo' money