Z-ro - Mo City lyrics

[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]