[Talking:]
Dareo what's up n***a, I ain't gon' lie I need a favor
(A favor ain't nothing, what you need my n***a)
I got this jamming a** beat right, and I'm tal'n bout
I'm so tired of writing hooks my god damn self, ya feel
So uh, this time you make me a hook my n***a
(A loud hook, I got ya it ain't nothing), hell yeah bet
Let me check that mp'f**er out
(M is for the money, the O is for the oil
C I chindig, but I never ever spoil
We dotting our I's, and we crossing our T's
No need to ask why, but I'm repping that Mo-Mo City
That's the place where I roam
n***az hating, cause they b**hes won't leave us alone
And if you disrespect it, you'll get one to your dome)
Ooh I ain't gon' lie, that b**h hard than a mo'f**er
Hold up, say that b**h one more time
[Hook:]
The M is for the money, the O is for the oil
The C I chindig, but a b**h I never spoil
We dotting our I's, and we crossing our T's
Don't even ask me why, but me and my n***az repping Mo City
And that's the place where I roam
n***az hating, cause they b**hes won't leave us alone
And if you disrespecting, you'll get one to your dome
Ugh team full of team captains, that sh** ain't gon' work out
Fifteen quarterbacks, and nan' one of em wanna work out
You lazy a** n***az and b**hes, that's what this Earth's bout
Talking bout your mama staying with you, you know this her house
Everybody wanna be the MVP
Well they looking at one, whenever I let them see me
Represent Mo City on BET, or MTV
Wheels so gla**y when I see my rims, my rims see me
I'm a boss, that mean I ain't taking orders from no one
Team Me, Team f**-A-Team me and no one
Cold and say I'm miserable, and that's why I treat people bad
b**h I'm just in love with me, and not with kissing people's a**
[Hook]
Yeah so many bottles in this b**h, look like a party at the liquor sto'
All my haters mad at me again, cause they didn't get to go
Since I do what I do one deep, I ain't gotta split the do'
Only thang I like better than getting money, is to simply get some mo'
Mo City, that's where I'm from
I bet I never leave the crib, without packing a gun
And since the money already made, we just having some fun
And all my n***az got money, nobody asking for none
A mill six later, my jeans still ain't tight
And my face real heavy, it still ain't light
You still talking to the police, well then you still ain't right
But I am still real, and to me this new sh** still ain't light
[Hook]