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Zoee8 - Mo Money Mo Problems Lyrics



Zoee8 - Mo Money Mo Problems Lyrics




Mo Money Mo Problems
Designer no stylist
All these thot hoes
Went ova they mileage
She give him brain on camera
Online classes no college
If it's smoke just holla
Bodies gon be dropping
1430 cases nigga
Beat the shit like rocky
911 Porche this is not a boxer
1911 Colt I am not a boxer
He thought he was gon touch me
Now he's seeing the doctor
His baby mama f*ck me
Now that bitch my problem
And these diamonds on me
Shit set that on my collar
10,000 on my teeth
Well bitch you can't get no holla
Lv on my bitch she Gucci
I just made her Prada

Ha ha I just made her Prada
Took her straight out the Hood
Then I took her shoppin
Call my plug
We gon get to coppin
If a nigga go to Trippin
We gon get to Poppin
Keep them killas with me nigga
Mutha f*ck the oppas
Pop them Percocets no college
Mutha f*ck my problems
Left a Nigga fa me
Can't love no thottie

No I can't say I love no thottie


Mo Money Mo Problems
Designer no stylist
All these thot hoes
Went ova they mileage
She give him brain on camera
Online classes no college
If it's smoke just holla
Bodies gon be dropping
1430 cases nigga
Beat the shit like rocky
911 Porche this is not a boxer
1911 Colt I am not a boxer
He thought he was gon touch me
Now He's seeing the doctor
Look
Yeah Hold on
I'm in my bag
I'm in my mode ain't lose no money
Ain't chasing no hoes
Ya patna a rat you know he told
I'm slangin this glock I never fold
Broad day draco Uh knock'em of out his clothes
Real trapper boy
My rollie from sellin dope
Whippin ova a stove
Now I'm whippin a rov
F*ck yo bitch in a rov
I saw ya lil bitch at my show on
A stage with a pole like a stripper hoe
Yeah and i got that bag on me
Bitch it would never fold
It would never fold in a coupe and I got me three hoes
Bitch I'm on the road get my packs on the road sold my packet a load so my pack let it go

Mo Money Mo Problems
Designer no stylist
All these thot hoes
Went ova they mileage
She give him brain on camera
Online classes no college
If it's smoke just holla
Bodies gon be dropping
1430 cases nigga
Beat the shit like rocky
911 porche this is not a boxer
1911 colt I am not a boxer
He thought he was gon touch me
Now He's seeing the doctor

Yea yea yea wooh lawd
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Mo Money Mo Problems
Designer no stylist
All these thot hoes
Went ova they mileage
She give him brain on camera
Online classes no college
If it's smoke just holla
Bodies gon be dropping
1430 cases nigga
Beat the shit like rocky
911 Porche this is not a boxer
1911 Colt I am not a boxer
He thought he was gon touch me
Now he's seeing the doctor
His baby mama f*ck me
Now that bitch my problem
And these diamonds on me
Shit set that on my collar
10,000 on my teeth
Well bitch you can't get no holla
Lv on my bitch she Gucci
I just made her Prada

Ha ha I just made her Prada
Took her straight out the Hood
Then I took her shoppin
Call my plug
We gon get to coppin
If a nigga go to Trippin
We gon get to Poppin
Keep them killas with me nigga
Mutha f*ck the oppas
Pop them Percocets no college
Mutha f*ck my problems
Left a Nigga fa me
Can't love no thottie

No I can't say I love no thottie


Mo Money Mo Problems
Designer no stylist
All these thot hoes
Went ova they mileage
She give him brain on camera
Online classes no college
If it's smoke just holla
Bodies gon be dropping
1430 cases nigga
Beat the shit like rocky
911 Porche this is not a boxer
1911 Colt I am not a boxer
He thought he was gon touch me
Now He's seeing the doctor
Look
Yeah Hold on
I'm in my bag
I'm in my mode ain't lose no money
Ain't chasing no hoes
Ya patna a rat you know he told
I'm slangin this glock I never fold
Broad day draco Uh knock'em of out his clothes
Real trapper boy
My rollie from sellin dope
Whippin ova a stove
Now I'm whippin a rov
F*ck yo bitch in a rov
I saw ya lil bitch at my show on
A stage with a pole like a stripper hoe
Yeah and i got that bag on me
Bitch it would never fold
It would never fold in a coupe and I got me three hoes
Bitch I'm on the road get my packs on the road sold my packet a load so my pack let it go

Mo Money Mo Problems
Designer no stylist
All these thot hoes
Went ova they mileage
She give him brain on camera
Online classes no college
If it's smoke just holla
Bodies gon be dropping
1430 cases nigga
Beat the shit like rocky
911 porche this is not a boxer
1911 colt I am not a boxer
He thought he was gon touch me
Now He's seeing the doctor

Yea yea yea wooh lawd
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Writer: Alonzo Jr. Clavo
Copyright: Lyrics © UFV ENT

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Performed By: Zoee8
Length: 3:01
Written by: Alonzo Jr. Clavo

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