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MTG Mook & MTG Ghost - Oh Na Na Lyrics



MTG Mook & MTG Ghost - Oh Na Na Lyrics




Ooh, la-la, la-la-la Ooh, f*ck you talkin bout Money Train Shit
Money Trainnn, I make the hype say
Fresh out the slammer, I took a break, but I'm
Back at it, Bitch mad, Sarah keep callin', bae, she a crack addict
Shoot him up, top in his cap, now it's fro matted
You supposed to be a real street, nigga, but you went and ratted
Aye ghost, I can't seem to find my damn fork
Jigg done spent 30 on Carti's, he lookin' like a dork
Play with Big Kill, you gon' get smoked like a Newport

We had Fun on our trip, but what can you get through the airport
I'll smack the f*ck out a fiend, I don't take no shorts
Treat the streets like I'm hoopin', but it's just on a different court
Me & Ghost been through it all together, we the new Rick and Mort

Some heads shoot up in they veins, some' like the snort
And my cousins slime, I can't show a bitch my real-life style, it'll blow her mind
Outta you a hundred niggas, 80 of y'all droppin' dimes
I be tied in so much street shit that I forget I rhyme

Look me in my eyes, bae, you see that I'm one in a kind
Got so many of them bitches, you think my favorite number nine
Thinkin' bout my brother T-Tay, make me wanna rewind
I'm stashin' every dollar for the days that I was behind

This a dumb mix, gone & work yo wrist
Yeah, I call this move the Pot Twist
I really don't like to get Flow involved, cause he pop shit
Can't reach the rackstar, he on the road, takin' field trips

I'll Never let a nigga do me how I Tip did Flip
Tied in in with the mob, talkin' down could get you kilt
If you ain't take five bands to the store, that ain't a big flip
When I'm dealin' with the wooooooo, like Ric Flair, bitch

If you try to swipe my pop, guarantee that'll get you kilt
Me and Mook, we is somethin' like the Dudley Brothers
We playin' tag with these pops cause we servin' thunder
I'm wearin' low-top dunks off the Nike sweater

I'm stashin' blues all winter like I don't know no better
Gang, let's go out to Houston and change the weather
Nigga, Penny, pinchin' on the bag, man, that shit clever
I hang around all bosses, that's a big never

Wake up, serve Mike 3, man, that shit incredible
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Ooh, la-la, la-la-la Ooh, f*ck you talkin bout Money Train Shit
Money Trainnn, I make the hype say
Fresh out the slammer, I took a break, but I'm
Back at it, Bitch mad, Sarah keep callin', bae, she a crack addict
Shoot him up, top in his cap, now it's fro matted
You supposed to be a real street, nigga, but you went and ratted
Aye ghost, I can't seem to find my damn fork
Jigg done spent 30 on Carti's, he lookin' like a dork
Play with Big Kill, you gon' get smoked like a Newport

We had Fun on our trip, but what can you get through the airport
I'll smack the f*ck out a fiend, I don't take no shorts
Treat the streets like I'm hoopin', but it's just on a different court
Me & Ghost been through it all together, we the new Rick and Mort

Some heads shoot up in they veins, some' like the snort
And my cousins slime, I can't show a bitch my real-life style, it'll blow her mind
Outta you a hundred niggas, 80 of y'all droppin' dimes
I be tied in so much street shit that I forget I rhyme

Look me in my eyes, bae, you see that I'm one in a kind
Got so many of them bitches, you think my favorite number nine
Thinkin' bout my brother T-Tay, make me wanna rewind
I'm stashin' every dollar for the days that I was behind

This a dumb mix, gone & work yo wrist
Yeah, I call this move the Pot Twist
I really don't like to get Flow involved, cause he pop shit
Can't reach the rackstar, he on the road, takin' field trips

I'll Never let a nigga do me how I Tip did Flip
Tied in in with the mob, talkin' down could get you kilt
If you ain't take five bands to the store, that ain't a big flip
When I'm dealin' with the wooooooo, like Ric Flair, bitch

If you try to swipe my pop, guarantee that'll get you kilt
Me and Mook, we is somethin' like the Dudley Brothers
We playin' tag with these pops cause we servin' thunder
I'm wearin' low-top dunks off the Nike sweater

I'm stashin' blues all winter like I don't know no better
Gang, let's go out to Houston and change the weather
Nigga, Penny, pinchin' on the bag, man, that shit clever
I hang around all bosses, that's a big never

Wake up, serve Mike 3, man, that shit incredible
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Writer: Domonique Criss, Malik Mayfield
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: MTG Mook & MTG Ghost
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Domonique Criss, Malik Mayfield

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