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Mo Money (Feat T Waters)

[Bow Wow]

I'm that girl loving, car dubbing, rims scrubbing, teen

I've been bad to the bone, since I stepped on the scene

I've been club ready, 'bout my feady, game so mean

Hypnotizing these hoes, like they gone off that lean

I'm that track flipping, up one dipping, he can do whatever man

If you 12in this, man then I kno that's what your saying

I'm the house-wrecker, mic-checker, homie with a plan

If I said it, then I did it, lil nigga, I'm the man,

I'm that trend-settin', big-bettin', always looking fly

I'm that cocky, poppin', ain't no stoppin', reachin' for the sky

I'm a boss player, baby aint another like I

Screamin' live homie, "you can't take it with you when you die"

C'mon[Chorus]

I got that '09 flow

Girls beatin' down my dow (door)

With me thats how it goes

A hundred thou' a show

Me making records, movies, and tv shows

It equals mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money,

Oh

I got that '09 flow

Girls beatin' down my dow

With me that's how it goes

A hundred thou' a show

Me making records, movies, and tv shows

It equals mo money, mo money, mo money, mo money, money,

Oh[T. Waters]

(hey, hey)

I'm that flame spitting, yank fitted leaning to the side

24 pendent door, folks leaning in the ride

Rims spinnin', hoes grinnin', you know what it is

My flow to the dow, walls moving in the crib

"where you live?"

Nah nigga, mind ya business, you probably wouldn't even find the shit

Diamond rings, hood rich, like it's something bitch, and I'ma have a lil fun with this

I'm a straight better, game checker, "put-her-in-her-place"

So poof, yea she disappear, gone without a trace

Summer rocking the black prada kicks without the lace,

The dirty, just ain't the dirty, lil dirrty, without the base

Niggas so so def, them niggas is getting cake

2005, young and fly and flashy up in your face[Chorus][Bow Wow]

I'm that country talking, sea-walking, younging with the bounce

I got girls and money coming at me the same in large amounts

I'm that chain swingin', heat bring, problem for the rest of y'all

It's like this shorty, drop come and get with me if you want to ball

Car switching by the day, stuttin' all through the a

Hands up crunk like lil' scrappy "okay-k-k"

I'ma genius like ray, for my downfall niggas pray, but I

Careless what a nigga might say, especially when they keep trying to get in my way

New sneakers, pockets way deeper than yours

I'm a junkie for this, you can smell it coming out of my pores

Unlike y'all lil homies, I'm getting up out of the stores

I got a lot but i�m still trying to get get get get me, get me some more

Check it out![Chorus: x2]

Songwriters

Dupri, Jermaine Mauldin / Phillips, James / Waters, AnthonyPublished by

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