This is a Money M-O-E production
This for all the niggas who hated
Look mama we made it
Smoking gas and I'm faded
Always on the grind to get famous
This for all the niggas who hated
Look mama we made it
Smoking gas and I'm faded
Always on the grind to get famous
Give me the bag and gimme the the loot
The niggas are chickens just get em' a coupe
Give me the bag and gimme the the loot
The niggas are chickens just get em' a coupe
Stackin' the cash and gettin' it fast Nobody knows what I done been through
Stackin' the cash and gettin' it fast Nobody knows what I done been through
So what is you sayin'? I come from the bottom I'm talkin' bout trenches, not talkin' bout coats
Livin' in times with nickles and dimes I'm talkin' bout ten to get us some dope
They talkin' bout twenty to just get a gram Sellin' they weed as fast as they can
Fruity as loops and showin' they colors And f*ckin' with birds that look like toucans
I thank my idols, churches and bibles Forgiving my rivals, blowin' it up
I'm talkin' like Lipo, real bad like a Michael
I got different cars and different hoes I'm Fort Knox when it comes to gold
Y'all boys plated always feelin' jaded I was born a star, young nigga rated
Rockin' all the latest Gold tips on my laces
F*ck the world cause it's racist Always hated on cause I made it
Changed the topic, got cash in my pockets Overflowing my wallet, don't need a stylist
Y'all niggas be wildin', I'm corny but poppin
Never been a nigga who known to quit Bring your flame cause I got the bic
Tighter dubs, they make me sick Built like rabbits, ain't lookin' like tricks
Postin' they pictures, ain't showin' tits Hopin' niggas just notice it
Smokin' loud, you smokin' med Out in California, just livin' it
Mr Money Moe - We Made It (feat. KB Smoke) Lyrics
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This is a Money M-O-E production
This for all the niggas who hated
Look mama we made it
Smoking gas and I'm faded
Always on the grind to get famous
This for all the niggas who hated
Look mama we made it
Smoking gas and I'm faded
Always on the grind to get famous
Give me the bag and gimme the the loot
The niggas are chickens just get em' a coupe
Give me the bag and gimme the the loot
The niggas are chickens just get em' a coupe
Stackin' the cash and gettin' it fast Nobody knows what I done been through
Stackin' the cash and gettin' it fast Nobody knows what I done been through
So what is you sayin'? I come from the bottom I'm talkin' bout trenches, not talkin' bout coats
Livin' in times with nickles and dimes I'm talkin' bout ten to get us some dope
They talkin' bout twenty to just get a gram Sellin' they weed as fast as they can
Fruity as loops and showin' they colors And f*ckin' with birds that look like toucans
I thank my idols, churches and bibles Forgiving my rivals, blowin' it up
I'm talkin' like Lipo, real bad like a Michael
I got different cars and different hoes I'm Fort Knox when it comes to gold
Y'all boys plated always feelin' jaded I was born a star, young nigga rated
Rockin' all the latest Gold tips on my laces
F*ck the world cause it's racist Always hated on cause I made it
Changed the topic, got cash in my pockets Overflowing my wallet, don't need a stylist
Y'all niggas be wildin', I'm corny but poppin
Never been a nigga who known to quit Bring your flame cause I got the bic
Tighter dubs, they make me sick Built like rabbits, ain't lookin' like tricks
Postin' they pictures, ain't showin' tits Hopin' niggas just notice it
Smokin' loud, you smokin' med Out in California, just livin' it
This for all the niggas who hated
Look mama we made it
Smoking gas and I'm faded
Always on the grind to get famous
This for all the niggas who hated
Look mama we made it
Smoking gas and I'm faded
Always on the grind to get famous
Give me the bag and gimme the the loot
The niggas are chickens just get em' a coupe
Give me the bag and gimme the the loot
The niggas are chickens just get em' a coupe
Stackin' the cash and gettin' it fast Nobody knows what I done been through
Stackin' the cash and gettin' it fast Nobody knows what I done been through
So what is you sayin'? I come from the bottom I'm talkin' bout trenches, not talkin' bout coats
Livin' in times with nickles and dimes I'm talkin' bout ten to get us some dope
They talkin' bout twenty to just get a gram Sellin' they weed as fast as they can
Fruity as loops and showin' they colors And f*ckin' with birds that look like toucans
I thank my idols, churches and bibles Forgiving my rivals, blowin' it up
I'm talkin' like Lipo, real bad like a Michael
I got different cars and different hoes I'm Fort Knox when it comes to gold
Y'all boys plated always feelin' jaded I was born a star, young nigga rated
Rockin' all the latest Gold tips on my laces
F*ck the world cause it's racist Always hated on cause I made it
Changed the topic, got cash in my pockets Overflowing my wallet, don't need a stylist
Y'all niggas be wildin', I'm corny but poppin
Never been a nigga who known to quit Bring your flame cause I got the bic
Tighter dubs, they make me sick Built like rabbits, ain't lookin' like tricks
Postin' they pictures, ain't showin' tits Hopin' niggas just notice it
Smokin' loud, you smokin' med Out in California, just livin' it
Writer: Alphonso Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid