Mo' Money Lyrics - R. Kelly

That nigga let his fuckin flow go 

Niggaz tryin to switch up the flows on niggaz 

Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky 

Drop that joint 

Yeah yeah (it's the remix y'all) 

Like a muh'fucker (oh yeah) 

Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain't it man) 

(Yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all) 

C'mon 

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It's, the, remix 

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga 

Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money 

I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club 

Cause I'm rollin up on fo' flickers 

Peanut-butter interior, black body 

And in case you didn't know, I be the Twista 

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up 

I hear some niggaz lookin at me for the come up 

Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up 

I put a hole in the first nigga that run up 

The ballers be Jay, R, and T 

Spit it cold cause the music is a part of me 

Can't nobody spit it fast as me 

Got an academy of haters comin after me 

I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need 

Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money 

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Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley 

Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me 

Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50 

Gettin that money my nigga 

Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts 

Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front 

Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk 

Gettin that money my nigga 

Makin dough off a style I be the best in 

Glad to be down with these two livin legends 

Now let me see which league I'ma invest in 

Gettin that money my nigga 

Rollin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear 

Makin bitches shed tears, take a look at my career 

Now the shit's swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe 

Peep the wing when I hope out the tail - tell 'em Kel 

We off up in the club, we got our hands up 

Drinks in the club because we gettin that money my nigga 

We rollin 24's, open them Bentley do's 

Got plenty hoes because we gettin that money my nigga 

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back 

Some smokin on weed, some sippin Co-gnac 

Into the club, whole crew to the back 

Super the stars make it sharp as a tack 

Gotta have my forty-five inch in it 

In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes 

Game over and I'm still not finished 

I play haters like V play tennis 

Livin like a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga 

Got a butler for my Maybach nigga 

White linen, smokin ci-gar 

Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger 

Feelin on your booty 

Tryin to get one of these nice ladies 

to come up to my room and do, me 

Have her man like who's, he 

Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse 

And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse 

Sometimes showbiz is the worst 

I'm blessed with "The Gift & The Curse," whoa 

Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa 

Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car 

Got a date with a superstar 

We take lunch, now twelve o'clock 

Hit the mall bout two o'clock 

In the movies bout five o'clock 

Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock 

we in my crib, my bed, goin non-stop 

This for my project niggaz, widebody Mo' sippers 

Pimps hustlers herb flippers, get, this, money 

Gettin this money switchin my whips and my kicks 

Like I'm just addicted to difference you pick what you want from me 

To be a, lame with visions of riches, enter my brain 

Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin lanes 

It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz 

either in prison or pay visits like in-laws 

So we fend for ourself, and the wealth is in raw 

We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar? 

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive 

Into the club we get all the eyes when you gettin that money my nigga 

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga 

Big chips with Twista y'all, get this money