"MOH" lyrics
(This is Issa, shawty)
(Ayy, Kay Kay, nah, nah, come on, man)
Nigga
Money over hoes, nigga, know how we roll, nigga, can't trust a soul, nigga
Roll with it, pour that four with it, it's on the floor, nigga
No, nigga, it's a go, nigga, ayy, it's the flow, nigga
Broke nigga, you thought you was up, you ain't that dope, nigga
Real rich nigga, uh
Count money through this cold ass winter
Gotta keep that pole, God knows I'm a sinner
Way too comfortable on internet, man, y'all pretenders
I was servin' codeine back in school and got suspended
When you tell a fuck nigga he fake, he get offended
I'm the realest, I'm reminded by the diamonds on my pendant
Ayy, you tryna know the plan, lil' man, mind your business
When I put my left hand in the pan, I'm a chemist
And my brother, man, scam in the Benz, he ain't rent this
I got rubber bands, damn, my recipe come it with interest
Servin' dope fiends, nigga, got no friends in the trenches
I be in the field, nigga, you be watchin' on the benches
I be countin' racks with a blindfold
I just feel the paper on my thumbs and it be on go
The Glock hit him in the face, the police find him, it's a John Doe
Ran into a number .9, it got a nigga feelin' like Rondo
VVS' on my neck, I should've bought a condo
Do not need a wallet 'cause my money just cannot fold
Ah (Ah), ah-ah, ah, ah
Runnin' up them racks, I'm never gon' get tired
She just fucked with me right after you, I bet your bitch a liar
Mask in a Ferrari, they thought a nigga Michael Myers
Do 160 in a Lambo', almost burnt the tires
I just left the trap and it was jumpin', nigga, it's on fire
Oh, oh, ah, ah
Oh, ah, ah, nigga
I might be a trap star, but I'm tryna feed my family (Ah)
Flexin' on the IG for bitches just isn't manly (Ah)
Even if she on birth control, she gon' need a plan B (Ah, ah)
You isn't sleepin' here at the crib, girl, we isn't married (Ah-ah)
Ah
Oh, oh
(Ayy, Kay Kay, nah, nah, come on, man)
Nigga
Money over hoes, nigga, know how we roll, nigga, can't trust a soul, nigga
Roll with it, pour that four with it, it's on the floor, nigga
No, nigga, it's a go, nigga, ayy, it's the flow, nigga
Broke nigga, you thought you was up, you ain't that dope, nigga
Real rich nigga, uh
Count money through this cold ass winter
Gotta keep that pole, God knows I'm a sinner
Way too comfortable on internet, man, y'all pretenders
I was servin' codeine back in school and got suspended
When you tell a fuck nigga he fake, he get offended
I'm the realest, I'm reminded by the diamonds on my pendant
Ayy, you tryna know the plan, lil' man, mind your business
When I put my left hand in the pan, I'm a chemist
And my brother, man, scam in the Benz, he ain't rent this
I got rubber bands, damn, my recipe come it with interest
Servin' dope fiends, nigga, got no friends in the trenches
I be in the field, nigga, you be watchin' on the benches
I be countin' racks with a blindfold
I just feel the paper on my thumbs and it be on go
The Glock hit him in the face, the police find him, it's a John Doe
Ran into a number .9, it got a nigga feelin' like Rondo
VVS' on my neck, I should've bought a condo
Do not need a wallet 'cause my money just cannot fold
Ah (Ah), ah-ah, ah, ah
Runnin' up them racks, I'm never gon' get tired
She just fucked with me right after you, I bet your bitch a liar
Mask in a Ferrari, they thought a nigga Michael Myers
Do 160 in a Lambo', almost burnt the tires
I just left the trap and it was jumpin', nigga, it's on fire
Oh, oh, ah, ah
Oh, ah, ah, nigga
I might be a trap star, but I'm tryna feed my family (Ah)
Flexin' on the IG for bitches just isn't manly (Ah)
Even if she on birth control, she gon' need a plan B (Ah, ah)
You isn't sleepin' here at the crib, girl, we isn't married (Ah-ah)
Ah
Oh, oh
